The thrust of this is getting a glimpse of how the Zetas, the “feared enforcement arm” of the Gulf cartel, used passenger buses to move drugs and cash up and down I-35, from Dallas to Laredo and back again. My takeaway is a little different. Why would anyone fear a group called the Zetas? A name like that makes me think they’ll party too loud, maybe puke on my lawn. Worst case scenario, I get into a dust-up that involves an overuse of the word “bro” and its variants. Of course, for typing that, I am now probably on a hit list somewhere. Tell my family I loved them.