Posts Tagged ‘told’
Developers want to cash in on the modest near-Westside neighborhood.
What was supposed to be a feel-good meeting between an urban developer and a few friendly residents in the Linwood neighborhood was instead turning into Custer’s last stand.
Frances Saperstein is 81 and suffers from Parkinson’s disease She taught in the Fort Worth school district for a decade before her illness forced her to quit at the end of the 2008 school year. But a stress-free retiremen...
I had to go to Bone Daddy’s House of Smoke in the Arlington Highlands Lifestyle Center to get a gift card for my neighbor’s birthday. Believe me, I’d never, of my own volition, go to a place described as ̶...
After last week’s harrowing voyage to Sports Mountain, a.k.a., the Fox & Hound at Cityview (“Kissing the Frog,” Oct. 28), I decided I needed a break from giving things I patently dislike the benefit of the...
When the Fort Worth City Council last month granted a variance to Chesapeake Energy allowing it to drill gas wells that will be closer to homes and parkland than city ordinance generally allows, it didn’t seem like that b...
A few weeks ago, I did something I hadn’t done in 25 years. I made my way to a college town to visit someone whose couch I could crash on for the weekend. At the off-campus house, I was awakened by folks coming and goin...
In October, Josh Baish, owner of Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios in Denton, traveled to Marfa to catch a show by his favorite band, Boris, a Japanese experimental/drone-metal quartet that rarely visits the Lone Star State.
Cowtown’s last minor-league roundball fling scored only debts and bad feelings.
When it was announced in 2005 that a new minor-league basketball team – the Fort Worth Flyers – were coming to Cowtown, plenty of promises were made.
A West 7th Street entertainment complex was more than another miss for a local architect.
Local architect Ken Schaumburg is known in the real estate development business for hits and misses.
Stepping off the curb earns a reporter eight years of threats but no day in court.
Lyrics to an old Johnny Cash song run through my brain with every trip to my mailbox.