Tomorrow Always Knows

Tomorrow Always Knows There’s a conservative revolution under way–read all about it in The New Republic and The New York Times–and for the nation’s political cartoonists, it must seem like both the best and worst of times. On the one hand, there are plenty of plump, slow-moving targets. On the…

Letters

Miller’s True Colors Facing the truth: “Color Bind” (by Jim Schutze, October 2) was a great article. After reading this I thought of the term “racist” and how ridiculous the word can be. It is a shocking word, meaning to shock the accused, and when we hear the word thrown…

Swizzle Shtick

Swizzle Shtick Recently, Reggie Swinton, wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys, was traded to the Green Bay Packers. It was a sad day for us. Not so much because Swinton was a good player, because he wasn’t. No, we were sad to see him go because Swinton provided us with…

Think Pink

Kimberlee Simko had a well-paying corporate job and a thousand complaints about it. One day, a girlfriend suggested Kimberlee speak to her aunt. This aunt wasn’t just successful; she was living The Dream. She owned a big house. She was her own boss. And she had done it working for…

Back From Babylon

Sitting at the kitchen table in his parents’ comfortable DeSoto home, looking out on the line of miniature American flags his father has placed on the front lawn, Marine Corporal Lee Strange is relaxed and smiling. Now into the second week of his 30-day leave after lengthy service in Operation…

Out of Luck

I’m a loser. There’s really no other way to put it. This probably doesn’t shock most of you, particularly those who know me personally or those who tend to send in letters to the editor, most of which generally begin or end, not surprisingly, with “you’re a (place expletive here)…

How’s This Fit?

Buzz is envious of Deborah Norville in several ways. For starters, the host of the nationally syndicated news-magazine show Inside Edition helps draw about 4.5 million viewers to the program each day. Buzz is lucky if our wife reads our weekly rants. Also, Norville is fit and alluring. Buzz, not…

Letters

Picks and Pans Respect for NPs: It is only now that I have found the time to peruse your Best of Dallas issue (September 25) and was quite surprised to find such a rude, backhanded comment about nurse practitioners on page 139 in your Best Young Doctor pick. (Please do…

Counsel for the Defense

Show me the phone, lend me a dime I ain’t rollin’ over, I ain’t doing no time Ain’t coppin’ no plea, I’m hip to your game I ain’t talking to no one ‘cept Racehorse Haynes –from the song “Racehorse Haynes” by Tom Russell/Andrew Hardin When attempting to examine the legendary…

Getting the Bird

Ever since a dead bird in Dallas tested positive for West Nile virus in the early summer of 2002, local animal control offices and health departments have been in bird-call hell, especially during the warmer, mosquito-breeding months. Residents all over the place apparently have been calling their respective dead-animal handlers…

Carrying the Load

Legends don’t wait in line. That’s just the way it works. Tony Dorsett was out at Valley Ranch recently. He was standing with various media members and waiting patiently to sign the guest book and get a little visitor sticker that would allow him entrance to the Cowboys facility. The…

Letters

Bolton’s Blues Call it what it is: When I moved here from Houston three years ago, it was obvious that something was wrong with the Dallas Police Department. In time, I would learn about different goings-on within the department and wonder, “When is this guy (Bolton) getting fired?” I am…

Huh?

First, a disclaimer: Buzz doesn’t speak Spanish. We tried to learn. Even got so far as to be able to hold a conversation, provided the person we were talking with: didn’t speak; didn’t object to a grown man babbling like a 3-year-old with a cleft palate; and could simply point…

We are Corny

Last weekend’s Corndog Festival really inspired us. After all, what with the corn dog craze that surrounds the State Fair, there are plenty dogs available on which we can lavish our artistic vision. Here, we’ve gone the route of “celebrity look-alike” and duded up our dogs à la Dallas “visionaries.”…

Kick Ace

Everyone is pissed at Billy Cundiff. On most days, no one really cares enough about him to develop any emotion whatsoever. But this isn’t most days–the kicker is coming off his best game as a pro, one of the best games by any pro, really. Normally, that would afford him…

Friday Night Lite

They are visible on the flatland horizon from miles away, rural beacons signaling that the fall ritual of Texas high school football is again under way. Down Farm Road 308, past the sprawling cotton fields and sun-browned pastureland that dot this region south of Dallas, the Friday-night stadium lights are…

A Texas Welcome

Pavel Lachko, a Russian student at the University of Texas at Arlington, was in America for about a month when he received a rude cultural lesson he won’t soon forget: In these post-September 11 times, young foreign men aren’t allowed innocent mistakes. On September 6, Lachko and his roommate, fellow…

What’s Cookin’, Rock?

What’s Cookin’, Rock? After a preview screening of The Rundown at the Loews Cityplace theater last week, wrestler The Rock showed up for a Q&A session, which I had the misfortune of moderating: Its hard to lead a group discussion with 500 people when nine of 10 questions begin, Uh,…

Lights, Camera, Action

Lights, camera, action: Some people go to movies. Some people buy movie theaters–54 of ’em, to be exact, all across the country. On Tuesday, Todd Wagner confirmed that he and some guy named Mark Cuban closed a deal to acquire Landmark Theatres, the nation’s largest chain of art-house theaters. The…

Letters

Man in Black Lasting gift: Those of us who have been in and around Nashville the last decade saw recently departed country music legend Johnny Cash (Scene, Heard, by Zac Crain, September 18) deteriorate physically. It was the same kind of deterioration on display at the ’96 BMI awards, where…

Out of the Ashes

He stood on lush grass that was soft as fleece and storybook green. The sun shone a brilliant white, sending waves of gentle warmth through his body, penetrating all the way to his bones. Someone was talking to him, reciting the names of his brothers and sisters and little niece:…

Genetic Criminals

On a recent Saturday, a group of wide-eyed wannabe mystery writers, aware of the forensic fascination that is sweeping the country and anxious to lend authenticity to their novels-in-progress, followed Dr. Carol Wise as she led them on a tour of her laboratory. Her guests dutifully made notes as she…