Ah, March 21, 1959! I had been attending a two-month private school at San Miquel de Allende, and somehow or other I managed to get a ride into Mexico City where I was free to roam on my own. Not bad for a seventeen-year-old kid. The first place that I went to was the passenger station for the "FCM" - El Ferrocarrill Mexicano, the busy railroad that ran between Mexico City and Vera Cruz. It just so happens that this was the last month that the FCM would operate as a separate railway. Passenger trains pulled by powerful steam locomotives zipped in and out of the station. It was if I were in a toyland with so much action, incredibly friendly crew members, and great yard personnel.