Juan Felipe Herrera, my homeboy from Barrio Logan.
Saturday, March 13, at 7:00 PM.
Las Artes Studios, 23 West 27th Street, South Tucson.
Juan Felipe is awesome.
I love him to death, and I love his work to death.
He was included in that big Smithsonian
collection of CDs of poets of the century, which
is pretty cool.
Playing guitar and talking about him making out with the locas
and making Chicano art.
He's a wonderful poet.
So March 13, 7:00 PM, Las Artes Studio, 23 West 27th.
All right.
No questions?
Nothing?
Which, the Garcia family?
They're gone.
Everybody's gone.
Abelino died.
Nina died.
There was an evil--
of course, there's always an evil somebody, isn't there?
There was an evil older sister from Los Angeles,
basically, who moved into their home, let the garden die.
She can't hold on to things, unfortunately.
The garden's gone, too.
I guess that's it.
Dick, I guess we're done.
All right.
[APPLAUSE]
OK.
Thank you!