Betty Unplugged

Culbreath talks trash Betty Culbreath is renowned for her profane tirades. Dallas Observer staff writer Rose Farley captured these verbatim excerpts of some choice Culbreath rants: Culbreath on the reorganization of the department: “I’m not going to keep on talking about this when this is February and this reorganization took…

Anything else?

If Brenda Reyes doesn’t get elected to the Dallas City Council in May, perhaps it will be the electoral equivalent of three strikes and you’re out. Formal filing for the spring council elections hadn’t even opened by the end of last week, and the 36-year-old businesswoman already found her campaign…

‘I’m not that stupid’

The sprawling new apartment complex called Jefferson at Gaston Yards has become popular in recent months. The trendy, gated complex in Deep Ellum is still under construction, but some up-scale renters will do just about anything to get inside. One tenant in particular could not wait to call the Yards…

Poor ol’ Foots

There are infinite uncertainties in the life of Gregory Morris. But he knows this one thing for sure–that selfishness circumscribes his creativity. “In order for me to choose a song, it really has to mean something to me. It has to be relevant to my life in some form or…

Aggies lose again

The college football faithful may finally rest easy. The Texas Attorney General’s office has spoken, and an Aggie cannot read the Longhorn playbook. The University of Texas football team’s playbook is exempt from the state’s open records law, according to a recent ruling made by Assistant Attorney General Kay Guajardo…

Calling all cars

Patrick Bahr and David Michelini have spent a considerable amount of time this holiday season wondering what is wrong with people. Bahr and Michelini own and operate the Antique Bahr on lower Greenville Avenue, and they had a lot of spirit going into the Christmas season. An apparent upswing in…

Feeling Lucky?

The early-morning sun is just beginning to warm the dirt-and-gravel lot on Beeman Avenue. The only apparent movement at the ramshackle headquarters of Elite Towing, Inc. is the wandering of a flea-bitten black Labrador, whose painstaking steps are punctuated by the steady, annoying ding of a nearby railroad bell. Leon…

Down on Sherman Street

The mimosa tree stands between two houses sheathed in aluminum. It grows in a yard on Sherman Street, in the waning heart of Dalworth, a predominantly black Grand Prairie neighborhood where drugs are sold in vacant lots amid boarded-up houses waiting to be torn down. The tree’s branches shade a…

The Ice Man

Most con men flourish in anonymity and forever seek fresh territory. Roll into town, filch bingo money from a few grandmothers, then split before the heat comes down. Never stand still. That’s the hustler’s way. But Bryan Wilson Taylor is no ordinary hustler. He’s more of a hometown boy who…

The eyes of Texas

The Texas Attorney General’s Office may be spared the task of answering a question that could change the face of Texas college football forever: Can an Aggie read the Longhorn playbook? The question was formally posed on August 27, when Texas A&M graduate Michael Kelley sent University of Texas President…

The devil’s work is never done

If Nancy Goodstein’s allegations are true, the devil inside Dr. Edward Porter has taken over his true personality and is leading the Plano preacher and counselor down an evil path. Whether the 61-year-old Porter is still paddling his patients on the butt and biting them on the shoulder during this…

The bloody truth

A Dallas County jury may soon get to decide if Cowboys head coach Barry Switzer is an insensitive buffoon who thinks all strapping young black men play football. But the verdict is already in on Switzer’s alcohol consumption: He prefers Cabernet with dinner, because Scotch makes the Bootlegger’s Boy bleed…

Under the Knife

The doctor was in. He was seated at a table beside the bar, and he’d been there for five hours, drinking with several of his McKinney buddies. It looked like any other Saturday night inside Chris’ Blue Tees sports bar in downtown McKinney. On April 27, 1996, the Indiana Pacers…

The Stink Bomber

On this particular Monday afternoon, Phil Thomas is clean-shaven and neatly dressed. At least by his standards.His short-sleeved shirt appears to have been recently pressed; its blue-and-white squares widen slightly as they descend over his belly toward a pair of oil-spotted polyester pants. An intractable row of long black hairs…