Chipina. Santiago Jimènez Jr. 1990. Arhoolie.
In those days, in the time before Starsky and Hutch, in the TV broadcast era of Mary Tyler Moore and Lawrence Welk, if you walked out of the front door of my father’s house at the corner of Drew and Bryan, and took a left, you’d be walking east in the direction of Interstate 35-W. The second house on your right was where my best friends Junior and Paul lived, in a three bedroom house—their family had converted an attached garage into a bedroom—with their parents and an older sister, Kathy, another brother Louie, and two more sisters their senior, Janie and Stella. Remember that scene in The Exorcist when, near the exorcism’s grim finale, Karras comes back into the bedroom from having taken a well deserved break, and discovers Merrin’s dead body; remember that look of dumb uncomprehension on the girl’s face, before the demon Pazuzu has fully grasped that Merrin is dead? Stella always looked like that, like an aggressive demon paused, but she did decipher for Paul and me the whispe...