Alfonso Texidor was fond of saying what was on his mind; he never shied away from telling someone, “I have personality.”
It mattered not that Susana Monge—who for the previous five years drove illegally in California—arrived at the Driver License Processing Center in San Jose an hour before it opened. From 7 a.m., she watched the clock tick until it read 9:50 a.m., but the near three-hour wait proved well worth it.
Some of the highest praise you could get from Alfonso was “you don’t f**k around, man.” He honored me with those words when we worked together, so I’m going to honor his memory by not f**king around in my remembrance of him.
Too often relegated to the ranks of mere …
In 2014, 53 articles—or 28 percent of El Tecolote’s coverage—shed a spotlight on specific arts events and the role of the arts within the Bay Area’s Latino community.