LALO ALCARAZ
Obituary: Farewell to ‘La Chuy’
My mom, María de Jesús Alcaraz de López (or “Chuy,” as most of the Alcaraz family called her) was born in 1929 in Villa Union, Mexico, in the fertile Sinaloa land outside of Mazatlán.
She grew up as the youngest sister of five: Maria Luisa, Cany, Juanita and Esther. Their father, Inocencio, a ranchero, died young and left his widow Cirila and the five girls to farm their land.
My mom once described her father as having blue eyes and an extremely bald head. She told me about how he once had severely whipped a man who had injured her with his horse. Oh, the idyllic ranchero lifestyle….
Lalo Alcaraz + God: Did somebody say climate change? (toon)
Here’s a little context from the Book of Twitter:
Mas…Lalo Alcaraz + God: Did somebody say climate change? (toon)
PochOpinion: Here’s what I thinko about Cinco
White folks in sombreros and serapes. Spanglish beer commercials every few minutes. Yup, pretty ridiculous, señor.
I agree with most of my friend Gustavo Arellano’s Cinco de Mayo video rant, mas o menos.
He says it’s ridiculous, only serves some limited purposes as far as educating about the evils of Imperialism, or the promotion of self-determination, y todo eso. Battle of Puebla my ear. Sure. OK, guey.
However, I think Gustavo misses one big fat Manuel’s El Tepeyac Hollenbeck Burrito-sized point:
☞ We’ve got to celebrate with the holidays we have,
not the holidays we want ☜
It’s beginning to look a lot like Cinco…in Brentwood, California (toon)
They celebrate every year, usually on the fifth day in May. Brentwood? Where? What? Huh?
