I remember that Mexico back in the 1970's. I was still a minor in high school sauntering across the border and taking a cab to Rev Blvd. Good times. Cab drivers trying to sell me pistols and someone else's sister (never their own), beers in little brown bags drinking while you walked, tacos carved right off the head of some cow that had been sitting there for ages, the craziest shows on earth (except maybe the philippines around olongapo) to keep the tourists entertained while the Mexican thugs knocked them out when they went to use the john and stole all their money. I can't call them the good old days but I do remember that Mexico. I left it behind in 84. Had an epiphany, found God, and never looked back. I doubt that Mexico even exists anymore. Vaya con dios'