To all the fans, friends and family of “Dimebag” Darrell Abbott who wrote and called in to complain about our image of the slain rocker on the cover of last week’s issue, please know this: We did not, whatever you may think, shoot a photo of him lying in his…
The shot looks so smooth as the ball leaves Devin Harris’ hands that you just know it’s going in. And it does, ripping through the net without hitting the rim. He’s finding his rhythm now, nailing jumper after jumper with the same polished form–bent knees, short hop, follow-through, wrist snap…..
Shredding Missing Darrell: I suppose, like most, I learned of Darrell’s assassination (“Slaughtered,” by Sarah Hepola, December 16) early last Thursday morning. I was sitting on the foot of my bed trying to wake up when the phone rang…it was a friend of mine calling from Garland to tell me…
Andre Anthony Lewis used to dream about his death. He thought of it so often it became almost like the memory of something that hadn’t yet happened. In this dream, Lewis sits in a prison cell, a man comes to fetch him, and together they walk down a long, silent…
High on Death A Texas professor searches for the human soul “I think death is an illusion. I think death is a really nasty bad lie. I don’t see any truth in the word death at all.” This is the conclusion of Pam Reynolds, a singer-songwriter. She spits out her…
Buzz could use some extra holiday cash, so we thought we’d try our hand at a little political consulting and share this brilliant idea we had for Mayor Laura Miller. (She pays a political consultant for his help. We figure she could slip a few bucks, a fruitcake or something…
Julius Jones is everywhere now. For much of the season, he was injured and forgotten, another disappointing what-if question in a season full of them. But since his return to the team a few weeks ago, since he was declared healthy and inserted into the lineup as the Cowboys’ feature…
Where’s My Toronto? Ding-ding forever: I read with much amusement Jim Schutze’s account of his DART light rail encounter (“Slow Ride,” December 9). I agree with most of his observations about the “buses on railroad tracks.” I’m a single mother of a teenager in West Plano, and we live without…
The pretty lady hobbled onto the plane. Her thin frame was wrapped in a worn black coat; she had one foot in a medical boot. She stuffed the coat in an overhead bin, revealing purple pants and a fuchsia sweater too thin for winter and climbed over Michelle into the…
Guilty Look In Dallas, chatting on a street corner can get you in trouble To hear Edgar Simmons tell it, he stopped his car to talk to a friend, and the cops thought he was a drug dealer. It was a little after 1 p.m. on July 13, and Simmons,…
It’s early, but Buzz wants to make a Christmas wish. No, not for world peace; we’re not that ambitious. What we want is to be able to watch more than 30 minutes of television without being subjected to a cheesy ad for some pill that will make a man’s penis…
My friends are slow. It’s a sad fact, but it’s also indisputable. They’re not “show up late because they can’t get ready” slow. More like “the brain cells they have aren’t working too well together” slow. I’ve always suspected as much, but I didn’t have absolute proof until a group…
Cowboys, Not Men Jerks: I can’t begin to tell you how glad I was to read your article about some of the Dallas Cowboys leaving an anonymous letter trashing the sports writer Jean-Jacques Taylor (“Anonymous Whine,” by John Gonzalez, December 2). First, I am a big Cowboys fan. It diminishes…
Calvin Carter was a success story, no doubt about it. He’d started his Web development company in his room in the early ’90s at Southern Methodist University and grown it to 55 employees. The quiet kid from Florida who liked solitary pursuits (he missed the ocean, deep-sea fishing, sand) had…
Un-chartered Territory Who’s behind the strong-mayor petitions? That’s a secret. What does it tell us that the mayor and city council can’t even discuss a “strong mayor” charter reform without coming close to a food fight, but a total outsider with no experience in city government may succeed in a…
Roy Williams is a punk. Or maybe Torrin Tucker is. Or maybe it’s some other Dallas Cowboy. I’m not entirely sure, but I do know this for certain: For a group of men who play a rough sport, who purport to be badasses with oversized balls, there are some surprisingly…
It pains Buzz to say it, but God love those little imps with the Young Conservatives of Texas, affectionately known around the Dallas Observer offices as the “Hitler Youth.” We don’t really believe they’re fascists; we just think “young” and “conservative” is an unfortunate mix, like “middle-aged” and “punk rocker.”…
Pop a Cap on the News Sickly mutant weed: Eric Celeste has invariably given The Dallas Morning News and Belo a fair hearing (“At the Ripping Point,” November 18) and is a wise and humane enough writer to know that one should always try to give his subjects some benefit…
No matter how many times he tries, Drew Murray can’t finish a meal. Five or six bites in, the nausea will overwhelm him, and he’ll drop his fork and wait for the sickness to rise up. But it never does. It stays where it is, this dull pain rotting out…
Modern Times New mags go after D and Paper City’s lock on luxury Barbara Banner is a vice president of Merrill Lynch in Dallas. She is a smart, cosmopolitan woman who in no way resembles the Dallas socialites bird-dogged by Dallas Morning News society columnist Alan Peppard. But because she…
Dallas County Sheriff-elect Lupe Valdez is a lesbian. You probably knew that already, if you’ve picked up a local newspaper or watched TV news in the past month. Shoot, people in South Africa, London, Boston, New York and Melbourne, Australia, have heard that news, according to a check we did…
How to Ruin a Newspaper McKinsey clones: Before I start with personal knowledge of McKinsey & Co. (“At the Ripping Point,” by Eric Celeste, November 18), let me ask one simple question: Why would purportedly world-class editors and publishers bring in outside consultants to tell them how to run a…
