Fifty years ago I drove that old Chevy into the city of Monterrey, Mexico to begin anthropological field work. I participated in life there, I observed, I inquired; I made sense for myself as a foreigner from the north. My personal engagement, enjoyments and sorrows, was part of the richness that occurred. What’s written here was fruit of ten years considering and explicating those experiences. I’ve selected and slightly edited text from a 1976 book I wrote and never published entitled Buena Gente.