Diatribe with Dave: For The Love Of Logan

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Every second and fourth Wednesday night of the month, legendary bartender/chef/restaurant insider Dave Mau hosts Dinner with Dave at Memphis at the Santora, where he treats drinkers to a free meal and live music as the evening progresses. To remind ustedes of this great night, Dave treats us every Wednesday morning that he's on to a random OC food or drink musing of his choice. This week, he takes us to a quiet corner in SanTana where a restaurant and artist are paying homage to some local heroes.  Enjoy!!

I don't know if you've ever been inside a B-17 bomber, but it's an experience for sure. It was called a "Flying Fortress" for a reason: Bristling with .50 caliber machine guns on the outside, it was a formidable aircraft that could hold its own against most anything that flew. Being in one, however, feels as claustrophobic as being trapped inside a Coors Light tallboy can set on its side and I can't imagine it would be any less nerve-wracking with enemy fighter planes and anti-aircraft guns blowing lots of holes in the paper-thin aluminum fuselage (and possibly your crewmates).

That's where Johnny Lara spent the greater part of his time during World War II, flying missions over the Pacific for the US Army Air Corp prior to the creation of what we now know as the US Air Force in 1947.

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La Chiquita's mural, slowly blooming

Noe Spidola
went off to fight as well, making his first combat parachute jump with the 11th Airborne into the fierce battle of Aparri, Luzon, essentially sealing off the Japanese retreat from one of their last strongholds in the Pacific. It was a death blow for the Japanese, with a stunning 200,000 of their soldiers killed. Noe went on to train in the Philippines for what was thought to be the inevitable invasion of Japan itself, which never materialized. But he did make it there to be on board the USS Missouri when the Japanese signed their unconditional surrender in Tokyo Bay.

Noe, Johnny and their fellow servicemen from the Logan Barrio did their duty as citizens to proudly serve a nation that was sometimes neither inclusive nor friendly--see, when those that returned alive came back to a segregated Orange County that made their children and younger siblings go to substandard, Mexican-only schools and had them live in segregated neighborhoods. Perhaps true patriotism is loving a country that may or may not love you back.

But proud they were, although that might be the wrong word, for sometimes pride implies bluff, bluster, militaristic braggadocio and drunken rednecks singing "The Star Spangled Banner" at a NASCAR race. In this case, it's more like quiet resolve, simple wisdom and a knowing look that tells you the spirit behind those eyes knows more about patriotism than most of our generation could possibly grasp. It's not about where they went and what they did; it's about where they came from and what they went back to.

The Logan Barrio is one of the oldest neighborhoods in Santa Ana. Originally called "Santa Ana East," it was settled around the turn of the century by people fleeing the civil strife in northern Mexico and migrating from various Southwestern states looking for work. The residents labored in the local packinghouses, citrus groves and for the city of Santa Ana, several rising to prominence as judges, cops and civic leaders. The neighborhood cause was championed by Josephine "Chepa" Andrade, known as "La Reina del Logan" ("The Queen of Logan") She (among others) helped save it from isolation via the closure of Washington Boulevard and from being rezoned as an industrial area, which could have led to the destruction of Logan. The actual park there was renamed Chepa's Park after her passing in 2006. The neighborhood has been under assault from freeway expansions, internal strife and external city forces but has stood firm through all its ups and downs. Now it's a quiet community with many homes still occupied by third- and fourth-generation Logan families.

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Aguilar: the Mission Viejo Michaelangelo

Fast forward almost seventy years after the end of WWII, and Carlos Aguilar is perched on a rickety scaffold above Washington, looking more local carpenter than artist. But his appearance belies a genuine passion for the arts and fire for what he does, and this current project is a mural dedicated to the vets of Logan painted on the side of La Chiquita. After coming to the states from Michoacán in 1990, Aguilar settled in Mission Viejo, where he was initially exposed to the fine arts by his first mentor/teacher at Saddleback College. Later moving to Logan, he mimicked the art drawn on jailhouse letters and colorful bandanas by locals and eventually painted several pieces in Santa Ana at local markets and such, but the scope of the La Chiquita mural is a challenge.

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It's a living
The nearly 100-year-old wall is cracked, a bit unstable in parts and the rough texture of the plaster eats paintbrushes alive. Aguilar has to make do with what paint he can scrape together and, being on a shoestring budget, he's considerably less well-equipped than the weekend warriors painting that same, stale view from the gazebo next to Las Brisas in Laguna. Carlos told me he "wanted to do something for the neighborhood, something that says we're proud," but has to pass on painting when he gets a chance to work doing construction. He painted the top portion first, sort of announcing his intentions to Logan. Many people approved. Neighbors showed up with old photos and some of the vets themselves have dropped by to wish him well. Carlos started on Memorial Day and hopes to finish soon.

La Chiquita itself is an amazing throwback to a bygone era, the second-oldest Mexican restaurant in Orange County and a close facsimile to one of my favorite spots as a little kid, the long-gone El Poce Cafe on Mission Boulevard in San Gabriel. The original structure was built in the early 1900s as a small grocery store. In subsequent years it was gradually expanded and the space in between the store and a home next door turned into a tortilleria. Joe Jimenez started selling tacos from the location, and the small house next to it was absorbed and turned into a restaurant.

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Slingin' Sammy
It's a quiet, non-taqueria/non-mariscos/Cal-Mex kind of joint, filled with harmless gabachos from the courts and offices downtown during lunch and a mix of locals and folks willing to make the drive from South County during dinner. But that doesn't mean the food is bad. The albóndigas is to die for, broth-y and tomato-y with just a hint of cumin and mint in the meatballs. Sammy Montoya has owned it for 20 years or so; a consortium of regulars got together and helped him purchase it when the heirs of Joe Salcido, the previous owner, were no longer interested in the operation. He is partnering with Carlos, providing some financial and logistical support for the mural.

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Durón, during the Good War
Five days a week, 88 year-old Paul Durón commutes to the neighborhood from Corona del Mar to work, although he probably doesn't have to. In the house he grew up in, located directly across the street from La Chiquita, he sits quietly at his desk drafting. As a kid in the 1930's he worked at La Chiquita in the market. After volunteering for the U.S. Army he landed at Utah Beach on D-Day and was attached to the US 7th Armored Division as it drove across Europe. Stationed north of Bastogne during the Battle of the Bulge in 1944 he was part of the Allied counter-offensive that thwarted Germany's last-ditch effort to change the tide of battle on the Western Front.

His victories continued after his return. He attended college on the GI Bill, earning an engineering degree. Durón then founded his own company, designing and producing cryogenic systems and rocket engines at his own factories, including one in France where he fought. He quite literally went from local Logan kid to rocket scientist over the course of his lifetime and has come out of retirement three times since the 1970's (he likes to stay busy).

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All photos by Dave Mau, if you already haven't got the drift...
Durón, today

When pressed for the reasoning why he and so many of his friends volunteered to serve their country, he simply stated, "It was quite the thing to do. It was patriotism and this was our neighborhood." He added "and this was a real barrio, don't forget that. You know what that is, right?"

Indeed I do Mr. Durón, indeed I do.

It's a sad, poignant reality that all of our narratives, both collective and individual, will someday fade into the mists of history. It's no different for the men depicted on this wall. But that's not going to happen today. Not here. Not now. Certainly not on this proud, tucked away corner of Santa Ana. This otherwise innocuous street, named after an American hero, has good company, but I don't mean Jackson, Harrison, Monroe or Franklin. The heroes here are Gomez, Alcaron, Arazata, Chavez. And all the blood spilled onto the banks of the Rhine River or sands of Tarawa was the same color, as were all the tears shed in the humble homes of the Logan Barrio. The brave men from there didn't fight, struggle, live and die as anything but Americans.

The Weekly and myself have set up a gofundme donation page for the Logan mural--you can find it over here if you want to help out. Don't be a cheapskate: forsake a Manhattan of mine and pitch in a few bucks, wontcha?

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La Chiquita Restaurant

906 E. Washington Ave., Santa Ana, CA

Category: Restaurant

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salrodriguez49
salrodriguez49

Great Story. I am proud to call these people my neighbors.

NGCoot
NGCoot

Gustavo wrote this apology to the 1920's OC KKK:Mentioning that the Klan controlled Anaheim, even staged a 10,000-strong rally in the city, is the easy jab people always employ against Anaheim specifically and Orange County in general whenever they want to describe us as fundamentally racist. But, … the Klan's rise in Anaheim and other cities during the 1920s is well-documented--as a stand by good people against racist terror, an easy narrative to write and honor. Besides, the Klan's time in Anaheim had little to do with suppressing minorities--especially Mexicans.

One of the best scholarly studies of the Klukkers' time in my hometown is the essay, "The Invisible Empire and the Search for the Orderly Community: The Ku Klux Klan in Anaheim, California," by Christopher N. Cocoltchos, part of the anthology, The Invisible Empire in the West: Toward a New Historical Appraisal of the Ku Klux Klan in the 1920s. In it, Cocoltchos methodically examines the background behind the rise of the Klan in Anaheim, arguing it resulted from out-of-towners and temperance fools who chafed at the old German guard of Anaheim and their near-aristocratic ways. He could only find three violent incidents related to the Klan trying to terrorize a religious or ethnic group: crosses burnt in front of St. Boniface Catholic Church and in undisclosed spots in Fullerton and Yorba Linda. All other efforts of intimidation occurred against those people the Klan disagreed with politically, and were usually whites. Of Latinos--who were increasingly becoming the city's backbone of its lucrative citrus industry and included among its ranks my grandfather--Cocoltchos wrote they were "a group the Klan totally ignored."

I am no more a Klan apologist than you are yourself Gustavo.

NGCoot
NGCoot

".. pride implies bluff, bluster, militaristic braggadocio and drunken rednecks singing "The Star Spangled Banner" at a NASCAR race."

It is too bad that you had to spoil an otherwise fine article with unnecessary disrespect for non-hispanic white people.

GustavoArellano
GustavoArellano moderator editortopcommenter

@NGCoot Idiot: please go through my Klan series and note how many times I wrote about the Klan in Anaheim. Then note all the other cities in which I mention the Klan. So a Mater Dei education makes you defend pedophile protectors AND teaches you no logic? What a pendejo...

GustavoArellano
GustavoArellano moderator editortopcommenter

@NGCoot "Sniveling pissant"? That's all you, coward. And don't forget "Klan apologist" "Mater Dei lover" and "crybaby."

davidxmau
davidxmau

@NGCoot First off, I'm a non-hispanic white person with what most people assume is an Asian last name. Second off, I am 68 percent drunken redneck (no joke, get me in the Sierras with whiskey and a gun please!). Third off, I'm probably more conservative than some The Weekly would like. Most of all, my comment was on genuine regard for a simple appreciation of our great country and not a barb at my fellow rednecks. And CREDO! Get a campus in South County

NGCoot
NGCoot

@GustavoArellano

Screw you! What you wrote here is a definitive apology for the 1920's OC Klan.

Gustavo is a Klan apologist - period.

NGCoot
NGCoot

@davidxmau

Servite? .... that explains a lot ... just kidding. Whiskey and guns in the Sierras .. I'm with you there.

Gustavo is great on name calling - but real short on accountability for what he writes. He REALLY doesn't like it when I post something that he has written that contradicts what he is saying now.

GustavoArellano
GustavoArellano moderator editortopcommenter

@davidxmau @NGCoot Dave: Don't bother with this loser—he's the biggest crybaby commenter you can imagine. The Weekly proudly stands by its resident redneck!

GustavoArellano
GustavoArellano moderator editortopcommenter

@NGCoot Always funny to see this Catholic Klan apologist try to come off as manly...you wouldn't know what to do with a gun and whiskey if someone placed one on either hand, wimp.

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