Archive for the Waco Category


Melon-thumper Police Flashlights and Waco

You wouldn’t think that asking for a flashlight bulb would freak people out. But last week, every time I took my battered police flashlight into a shop, the clerks would back away like they were about to be robbed. Fair enough, I guess.  This battered old flashlight speaks volumes about melon-thumping. I bought my Kel-Lite […]

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R.I.P. Larry Hagman – You Were a Great Bad-Guy, But J.R. Beer Really Sucked

I never had the pleasure of meeting Larry Hagman. But I did have the privilege of breaking the national story about J.R. Beer. It was my one-and-only national scoop. How sad is that? Anyway… I was a young reporter in Waco, Texas.

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Blood and Beer at Pat’s Idle Hour Lounge

You know that seen from Animal House? Where the big black guy rips the table out of the ground, and asks the scrawny white college kids, “Do you mind if we dance with your dates?” “Pat’s Idle Hour Lounge” was nothing like that. It was a filthy, sticky, dark, scary, hole-in-the-wall, inner-city, Black bar, just […]

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Buttface & Me on Harleys

We were “over” Waco, Capt. Buttface and I. Well, actually, me more than Buttface. I hated Waco with a black passion. Buttface was simply ready to move on. Our grand plan was to buy Harleys and travel across America in 1981 or 1982.

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30 Years Later — Remembering the Horrific Triple Murder at Lake Waco

WARNING – THIS IS A SERIOUS POST If I think about Waco for any amount of time, dark memories come flooding back, especially about the murder of three teenagers at Lake Waco. The first time I ever felt the presence of evil, I was snooping around Koehne Park, wondering if there really was a crime […]

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Capt. Buttface and Waco’s Pink House

Capt. Buttface lived in a Pink House. It was owned by Mr. Finn, who was not really a slumlord per se, but close enough for Waco, Texas. The Finn House was an old, two-story wooden affair. It was near enough to the county hospital that you could always hear the sirens. And it was close […]

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Waco Twinkies and Police Chief Porn

I really have no idea why the Waco police hated me. But it might have had something to do with a story I wrote. I found out that an idiot lieutenant was running a bank stakeout. And the more I found out, the more it seemed like Barney Fife was in charge. My editors were […]

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