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[[image]] "Tapon" y "Búfalo," Austin, Tejas, early '50's Foto: a street photographer. A TRIP THROUGH THE MIND JAIL LA LOMA Neighborhood of my youth demolished, erased forever from the universe. You live on, captive, in the lonely cellblocks of my mind. Neighborhood of endless hills muddied streets-all chuckhole lined- that never drank of asphalt. Kids barefoot/snotty nosed playing marbles/munching on bean tacos (the kind you'll never find in a café) 2 peaceful generations removed from their abuelos' revolution. Neighborhood of dilapidated community hall -Salón Cinco de Mayo- yearly (May 5/Sept. 16) gathering of the familias. Re-asserting pride on those two significant days. Speeches by the elders, patriarchs with evidence of oppression distinctly etched upon mestizo faces. "Sons of Independence!" Emphasis on allegiance to the tri-color obscure names: JUAREZ & HIDALGO their heroic deeds. Nostalgic tales of war years under VILLA'S command. No one listened, no one seemed to really care. Afterwards, the dance. Modest Mexican maidens dancing polkas together across splintered wooded floor. They never deigned to dance with boys! The careful scrutiny by curbstone sex-perts 8 & 9 years old. "Minga's bow-legged, so we know she's done it, huh?" 55