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In the spring of 2003, during a visit to Tlaxiaco, in Oaxaca, Mexico, I was approached by a gentleman from
the nearby hamlet of Los Angeles.
He invited me to come to his town and give a talk of dry ecological latrines.
I accepted, promised to do it on my next visit, and proceeded to take his name and address.
He said: "Eugenio Dominguez Cruz, known [person], Barrio Los Angeles, San Miguel del Progreso."
I insisted: "What is your address?"
To which he responded: "known address."
I then realized that in a small town a formal address is usually not necessary.
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