On tonight's episode of "Undercover Boss" on CBS, president and CEO Andy Wirth gets a makeover and goes undercover to Lake Tahoe, Calif. The Squaw Valley mountain is famous for hosting the 1960 Winter Olympics and the epicenter of big mountain skiing. Alpine Meadows offers a family-friendly atmosphere with excellent snow sports for the entire family. The founder of the empire was Conrad Wirth, Andy's grandfather, who was the Director of the National Parks Services for eleven years. When Andy took over, he purchased Alpine Meadows to give the two resorts a more family-friendly atmosphere, where Squaw Valley mainly catered to the expert skiers. However, while Ford certainly saw the potential for soaring profits by basically eliminating their payroll costs in Mexico where the daily minimum wage is about $4.50 a day, they did not count on their business plan becoming another casualty in Mexico's raging drug war.

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