Toni Morrison and Crystal Gayle would be turning over in their graves (if they were dead)... Or, ojos castaños=bad, blue eyeballs=good!

Talk about "eyegiene"! This takes it! I have muy orgullo for my dark brown eyes...my Raza eyes, if you pardon the relative orthodoxy. Perhaps I'm being a bit too dramatic here...maybe a tad sensitive, but I'm guessing that trustees of shallow outward appearance, or disciples of the Mein Kampf school of biology and pigment might be inspired by this troubling news post here:

New Laser Surgery Technique Can Turn Brown Eyes Blue

Memory Lane: The Hot Tamale Kid

When I was not scarfing down Milky Ways, reading comics, and pasting Wacky Packages to the good furniture in our house, I was probably at the candy aisle at Barrera's Stop & Shop in Laredo, Texas on Corpus Christi Street, buying more processed sugar and looking for more tasty morsels of inked gold! (more comics!). Occasionally, I would buy these "Mexican" laced goodies, "Hot Tamales" immortalized on Jason Liebig's flickr site. Little did I know that decades later I would be adding another chapter to my growing list of collectable "Mexicans." "Maria" meet "The Hot Tamale Kid"--a marriage made in heaven (at least a sort of Francis Galton meets Westworld heaven).

Speaking of Wacky Packages, here's one that had me rolling on the floor back in the day...


... and one that makes me cringe now...