Posts Tagged Waco


My Brushes With the Law … and a Rapter

  It was pretty damn cool. I was a reporter on the University of Texas at Arlington student newspaper. And the Secret Service wanted me, sort of. I had to be credentialed if I wanted to be in the press briefing later that year when President Reagan flew into DFW Airport. Even though no one […]

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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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Pool Hustling in Austin With Capt. Buttface

If you’ve never been in Waco, Texas for an extended period, you cannot grasp the urgent need to flee. To flee the heat and humidity and cockroaches and bad newspapers and suffocating blanket of failure. To just get in the car and drive. And in 1982, that meant we: 1) Put $10 of gas in […]

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Death and More Death in Waco

(Warning: Dark and not for the faint-hearted…) I can remember the exact moment I decided to get out of reporting. It wasn’t the night a McLennan County sheriff’s deputy asked me to help carry a dead body out of the ditch. That was fair enough. It was way out in the sticks, and there was […]

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Wilt Chamberlain and H. Ross Perot: The Long and Short of My Journalism Career

I must have interviewed a thousand people during my years in the journalism trenches. The most famous would’ve been *Wilt Chamberlain and H. Ross Perot — the long and short of my journalism career. Ahem. Fact: if you stood this blog on Perot’s shoulders, we’d almost be able to look Wilt in the eye.

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