Driving along Mexico 200 we are minding our own business when on our left is a man bent over a square wooden mold, slopping cocoa-colored mud into 4 rectangular receptacles. With a wave of his wet hands he smoothes off the surface leaving patterns to bake in the sun row upon row until dried out and stacked up.
We reverse the van and pull down the dirt access to observe a man at his craft.
He lets Everette take a stab at it.
After filling the mold only 3 times Everette’s back is sore, sweat drips off his nose.
We admire this man, working hard in the field.