I never celebrated Día de Los Muertos growing up. I knew of it: 1987, the last time I went to my parents' ranchos as a child, I remember sugar skulls and a visit to el panteón, but that was it.
So I've seen the holiday explode here in el...
A couple of months ago, my former reporter Frank John Tristan—who, as an INTERN, faced off against neo-Nazis losers in (where else?) Huntington Beach, and not only survived but got to see three of them arrested this week by the feds—emailed me a document.
It was notes he took...
I've been thinking of how to write this particular canto for weeks, and figured a music listicle was the best way to do it, namely because music has always played a big part of how I frame my life (maybe I'd like High Fidelity?) and because I...
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