(As noted elsewhere, last paragraph, I was named after my grandfather, who was born in Shelbyville, Indiana.
These stories about how I'm a Mexican or something always give me a big laugh. -C.P.)

My grandfather, Don Carlos Porter.
Gran bandolero, bandido desesperado y fumador de marijuana mala.
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Note:
No Spanish-speaking person would have a name like this.
"Don" is a title, not a name.



My grandmother -- graduation pic from her 1896 Stanford yearbook.
Let one Mexican in, and there goes the whole university.
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My daddy -- a nice illiterate Mexican fruit picker if there ever was one.
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Photo courtesy of Mayor's Chambers, City Hall, South Pasadena, California.


My mother: the cutest little Stanford graduate from Ann Arbor Michigan that ever sold tamales by the side of the road.




El escritor: delinquente juvenil y pachuco de los más cachondos.

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For more information on my illustrious Mexican and Spanish ancestors, click here

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