This brings back many memories of good friends—Lupe and Nayo Chávez, who lived about a city block away from our house on the ranch and have known me forever, since I was a small child and Nayo was working for my grandfather. Nayo says he first met me in the corral when I was two, and my first words to him were “Cójeme el mayate” (“catch that bug for me!”) (It was one of t