SGV Weekly began as (and remains) my love letter to the San Gabriel Valley. We have great stories here, and my wife said I should include my own. Last season, I opened each show with a personal monologue, but I’m tired of doing that every time and this seemed like a good way to get it out of my system.

Why should I be a guest on my own show? That’s the central question a panel of Valleros asked me. Obvious answer: it’s a show about people doing stuff in the SGV - I’m a people doing stuff in the SGV! But it ended up being a journey to the center of my halfie mind: where Mexican-Jewish pride basted in Catholic-Jewish guilt roasts over a fire of love for the 626.