Posts Tagged Waco Tribune-Herald


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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Saluting My Writing Mentors After More Than Three Decades And 200 HOGS

Woot! We’re at 200 HOGS posts and counting. So I thought I’d mark this milestone by giving props to three mentors who either… a) taught me how to write or b) contributed to my delusion that I could write … depending on your perspective. Dr. Journalism Up first, Dr. Tom Shuford. Dr. Shuford was my […]

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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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Capt. Buttface and Stinky Green David

We previously told the a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. WAIT. Sorry. Wrong mental tape. THIS is the previous tale we told – Capt. Buttface and the Lake Waco Moon Cricket. And this is the sequel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ People who make their living at boat docks […]

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Ain’t No First Amendment in Singapore, White Boy

After two years on the Waco Tribune-Herald, I needed OUT of Waco and INTO an adventure. So I fled the Heart of Texas and got a job with a brand new paper in Singapore, a dynamic nation-state that was big on business but not so much on freedom of the press. Hello, culture shock. The […]

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