Tag: Paul Mears

Personal Interlude: "Slice It Open and Count The Rings"

Dallas Keeps Calling Me Back, Even After All These Years (Remember how, in the days of standard episodic television before streaming and binging, many dramas and some comedies would give a thumbnail update starting with “Previously on…”, flashing scenes so fast that people starting midway through a season or story were more confused than before? Well, that’s what this newsletter is like. Look at these as regular updates of how…

Personal Interlude: "Solo Flights and Other Finalities"

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…

Backstories: "The Wrath of Cat Piss Man"

A partial tribute to my best friend, the late Paul Mears, part three of several (Backstory the First: The reason things have been quiet on the newsletter front lies with the loss of my oldest and dearest friend Paul Mears, who died on July 11. It’s exceedingly hard to describe how hard this hit: we had been friends for nearly 45 years, and just trying to collect a greatest hits…

Backstories: "Raze the Green Lantern"

A partial tribute to my best friend, the late Paul Mears, part two of several (Backstory the First: The reason things have been quiet on the newsletter front lies with the loss of my oldest and dearest friend Paul Mears, who died on July 11. It’s exceedingly hard to describe how hard this hit: we had been friends for nearly 45 years, and just trying to collect a greatest hits…

Backstories: "Blame and Blade Runner"

A partial tribute to my best friend, the late Paul Mears, part one of several (Backstory the First: The reason things have been quiet on the newsletter front lies with the loss of my oldest and dearest friend Paul Mears, who died on July 11. It’s exceedingly hard to describe how hard this hit: we had been friends for nearly 45 years, and just trying to collect a greatest hits…