By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
Barbara A. Carr
Her courter's in court
As a regular Dallas Observer reader, I try to make it a point to pick up a copy whenever possible. But, talk about irony! I picked up this week's copy at a bookstore, and the Observer published an article on the subject of Judge John Creuzot's "night court" DIVERT program [Liars' court, February 26]. The irony is that my fiance was arrested in mid-February and began the DIVERT program a week later!
I cannot say enough about this program. It has made a major change in my fiance's life already. Although I realize it's only been a short time since he has entered the program, he has made a lot of progress.
After 17 years of abusing every type of drug known, he eventually quit everything, except smoking his "harmless marijuana." He justified his habit by saying that it wasn't addictive. Maybe so, maybe not. But he sure did need it! He now is attending the mandatory Narcotics Anonymous meetings and is actually finding a common denominator with people that share the same problem: addiction.
The "reasons" and "causes" of these people's drug addictions are as different and varied as the individuals themselves. But NA stresses that for whatever reason, each person must face a hard fact: that they are addicts--no shame or condemnation, just the realization.
Someday, I hope to personally thank Judge Creuzot for the unpaid hours he has dedicated to helping these people. I applaud his dedication and new approach to an old problem. Also, I'd like to thank all of the caring, selfless individuals who give of themselves and their time to becoming NA sponsors.
I now have a totally different man in my life. Yes, he is an addict, but the hope of recovery is there, and I feel very positive about this whole program and believe he will totally recover.
Thank you, Observer, for running this story.
Smile? Heck, we were laughing
This letter is a response to your February 26-March 4 story titled "Garbage In" [Buzz]. To begin with, the concrete tablets were not the jewels of my find. And by the way, you could never rain on my parade. As far as my beaming face, well, sir, that is my everyday face. I guess some people just have nothing to smile about. The part about trash and trash heap--well, my good amigo, pardon my thunderstorm, but I found artifacts and not a trash heap. I do not deal with trash; use your phone book to figure that one out. And yes, I found chicken bones, cow bones, also pig and some other bones of, I believe...some extinct dinosaur that once roamed the Trinity River bottoms. I named the creature Observersaurs Rex, a subspecies of the Buzzasaurs Baboonus.
Hacks, whores, and rock critics
"Hack and Whore" more aptly describe Robert Wilonsky's (heh...heh...) journalism (ha...ha...) techniques than they do Eric Clapton's latter-day music ["Out there," March 5].
Clapton is almost 53 years old and has been a legend for 30 of those years. Mr. Wilonsky is probably 30, and isn't even a legend in his own hometown.
Musicians (unlike journalists) attempt to grow over the years. Clapton at 20 sang about sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Now he sings about life, love, and loss.
Mr. Wilonsky can't write a decent article, much less a song (glad I didn't pay for it). By attacking a legend, "Bad Bob" is trying to be another Howard Stern. Difference is...Stern is talented. I'm sure that if Eric Clapton walked into the Observer office, Wilonsky would be the first on his knees to kiss Mr. Clapton's butt.
Stick to Sports, Robert. (He probably thinks Michael Jordan is a hack and a whore, as well.)
Like those Britons he spoke of, I hope Lightnin' Hopkins strikes him down, and I sincerely hope this is a "sad coda" to his (snicker...) journalism career.
No accounting for taste
After reading a nice review in DMN's weekend Guide, my wife and I decided to give Paesano's a try. We dine out two or three times a week and usually end up in one of the many upscale restaurants Big D has to offer. I won't bore you with their names, just trust me, our favorites look like everybody else's Top 10. Needless to say, when we finally found Paesano's (we had to call from the car a couple of times for directions), we were a little taken aback by the outward appearance just as you were. In fact, I felt just as you did according to the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th paragraphs of your review ["Almost home cooking," February 5].