Tag Archives: Oxnard

Chirula by Carlos Najera

“Last night we were out drinking . . .” Socrates once said . . . Any time a story starts out with those few words, you know it’s not going to end well.  That was Socrates Govea. He lived two … Continue reading

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The Struggles of an Artist by Carlos Najera

Sometimes I just don’t understand. I always liked drawing. I thought I was good at it. I was eleven years old, still at the Old Haydock School, and I got a very bad grade in my art class. The teacher … Continue reading

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A Fleeting Moment by Carlos Najera

My mama was always sending me to the store. Every day she needed something to complete our dinner. There were  no refrigerators back then. There were ice boxes, but it cost money to pay for the ice man. In addition to … Continue reading

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The Homecoming by Carlos Najera

After being away for forty years I have returned to Oxnard, to the town of my childhood. In 1918, when I was a boy in school I would awaken very early and listen to the lonesome sounds of the train … Continue reading

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