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Fruit of the Neo-Cons’ Labor
My childhood memories are dotted with visions of summer days playing on the patio of my grandparents' home, where I climbed pecan trees and...
Experience the Art of Gigi
Every year for the past three (four?) years, some local do-gooders, who have since gone on to help form the Fort Worth Arts Consortium,...
A Tale of Two Sevenths
Harmony, people. Life is all about harmony. Ask anyone who's seen enough martial arts films: There's always a little yin and a little yang....
Ciao, New Orleans
There are greater losses in New Orleans, many and much greater losses, but as an ersatz food writer I figure it's appropriate for me...
Fumbling the Duffle
A few determined Fort Worth volunteers are making things happen for about 150 of the Big Easy's refugees over at the Resource Connection.
The...
he Muddy Waters of Race
The television coverage of Hurricane Katrina began with scenes of black, apparently poor, people lining up outside the New Orleans Superdome for shelter, and...
Sunshine of Their Love
For many of us, the watering hole is home away from home. While staffers may contemptuously stare at the clock all night, some patrons...
Family First
Editor's note: As regular readers know, Chow, Baby hails from New Orleans -
and is therefore occupied at the moment in taking care of...
A Thin Inky Line
Static frequently feels like this rag is part of a very thin line of soldiers guarding a frontier against threats that many of its...
Dog Days, Cats’ Pajamas
It was a recent weekday afternoon when I saw an old friend of mine at LaGrave Field - one of those "businessman's specials" games....
