A eulogy for Paul Mears I first met Paul Mears on my first day in school after moving to Lewisville, Texas from Chicago: as we joked for decades, “December 7, 1979: a day that would live forever in infamy.” I was a scrawny kid with a big mouth freshly moved from the south side of Chicago, and he was less scrawny with less of a big mouth and about a…
Category: Personal Interlude
Personal Interlude: "The Hour That Polymerizes"
You think you know things that drag on and on and on? Try listening to stories about Dallas summers. Okay, so we’re now in the first week of July. In North Texas, this means that summer not only is here, as it’s really been here since the middle of May, but now it’s established. Most realistic assessments suggest that the heat and sun finally start letting up by the end…
Personal Interlude: “Breaking Radio Silence…”
So…what’s been going on? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I mean, it’s been well over a year since the Texas Triffid Ranch shut down, with all of the drama that this entailed. All of that food you left behind spoiled a while back, and the cat doesn’t recognize you any more. I’m not even going to go on about the bag of russet potatoes you left in the back…