Four New Parks May Be Headed to Downtown. After the bond package was approved, Dallas philanthropist Robert Decherd wants to move ahead with the construction of four new downtown parks—Pacific Plaza, Harwood Park, Carpenter Park, and a West End park. He wants them all to be completed within a few years.
Dallas Police Increasing Foot Patrols to Deter Crime. Chief U. Renee Hall’s new crime reduction initiative will send more officers to high-crime areas to talk to residents, carry out warrants, and prevent criminal activity. Overall crime in Dallas is lower than it has been, but business robberies and aggravated assaults have risen lately. The south-central and northwest parts of Dallas are the most affected areas.
Body Found Outside Old East Dallas Home. A killer is at large after the body of 24-year-old Julio Navarete-Leal was found yesterday in the driveway of a home in Old East Dallas. Police say no suspects are in custody and they have yet to determine a motive.
AT&T Outage Reported in Dallas. Last night, AT&T users reported an outage here and in other cities after they realized they couldn’t make or receive calls. AT&T suggested restarting your phone, which might have to be done multiple times. They said “that should resolve the issue,” even though they still don’t know what the issue is.
Some time after Jack Ruby was convicted of murdering Lee Harvey Oswald, the former nightclub owner wrote a 24-page manuscript detailing the hours before he pulled the trigger in the basement of Dallas police headquarters. Without spoiling anything, so much of modern American history hinges on “real healthy” sandwiches.
Said manuscript goes up for auction online this evening at 6 p.m., via R&R Auction Company. (You can read a good portion of the manuscript itself via that link.) It’s estimated to go for up to $12,000, so get your bids in soon.
The timing of this auction is probably not coincidental. The JFK assassination has been in the news of late with the release of previously withheld files from U.S. intelligence agencies’ investigation of the events of Nov. 22, 1963. There’s nothing exceptionally earth-shattering in any of the documents. What new information there is will only continue to fuel the mystery and conspiratorial debate surrounding what happened in Dallas that fall.
Execution Date Set for John Battaglia. The man who shot his two daughters in his Deep Ellum loft in 2001 as their mother listened on the phone will be executed February 1 in Huntsville. Battaglia was first scheduled for execution in March of last year but was granted a stay to appeal his sentence. The date was then moved to December 2016, but he was granted another stay to evaluate his competency, which was eventually confirmed.
Houston Astros Win First World Series Ever. They secured a 5-1 victory in game seven over the Dodgers in Los Angeles last night. Former Rangers pitcher Yu Darvish didn’t look so good pitching for L.A. He lasted less than two innings and allowed all five runs. The other Dodgers pitching ace, Highland Park’s Clayton Kershaw, threw four scoreless innings, but it wasn’t enough for a comeback. Congrats, Houston!
Garland Task Force Created to Battle Gang Activity. Recently, Garland has seen an increase in gang activity, whether fights or criminal mischief. To focus on it, Garland police have formed a task force, which could lead to a permanent police gang unit. Overall crime in Garland, however, is down compared to last year.
Record-Breaking Heat Today. The high will be 91 or 92, depending on your source. Temps have never gotten up to 90 degrees in November in D-FW since records started more than a century ago. I really thought Dallas summer was behind us at this point. Sigh.
At the edge of emerald fields of corn and soybeans sits the National Petascale Computing Facility, the crown jewel of the University of Illinois at Urbana–Champaign. The 88,000-square-foot glass-covered facility looks like a fancy convention center, and it’s surrounded by a black steel fence strong enough to stop a speeding Mack truck. Past a retina scanner and through a heavy-gauge steel door resides a computer named Blue Waters. It’s big—spanning 10,000 square feet—and it’s made up of 288 matte-black rack towers that house the 27,000 nodes that are the key to its power. Each node holds two microprocessors, not unlike a stripped-down PC but faster than anything you’ll find at Best Buy.
Since powering up in 2013, Blue Waters has been one of the few computers in the world capable of processing the biggest of big data sets, encompassing everything from the evolution of the universe to the global spread of flu pandemics. It’s also one of the only machines in the world that can model the staggering complexities of a supertornado, which is exactly what an atmospheric scientist named Leigh Orf spent the better part of 2013 failing to do.
Trinity Groves created a novel concept in Dallas when founders Jim Reynolds, Phil Romano, Stuart Fitts, and Butch McGregor launched a restaurant incubator in West Dallas. On Monday, Romano and Fitts’ latest brainchild opened in Trinity Groves. Though the business model resembles that of a restaurant or incubator, the Network Bar is something new entirely.
The Network Bar utilizes a membership model to promote its exclusive meeting place for professionals across all industries to connect with each other, with a little help from a social media-style interface.
Prospective members must be recommended by a current member and approved by the bar’s leadership. Once approved, members can browse the Network Bar’s app, which houses members’ professional information, comparable to a closed-network LinkedIn.
As part of the app, members can see who is in the 7,000-square-foot bar at any given time, enticing them to come in and socialize.
Once inside, members can eat and drink, sit and work, or utilize the space for meetings.
Though all ages are welcome to join, the concept was created for millennials who are tech savvy, but lack the interpersonal skills or confidence to network efficiently, says Stuart Fitts, co-founder and managing partner of West Dallas Investments, the entity behind Trinity Groves. “The app is meant to be a bridge between the lost skill and the old skill,” Fitts says.
Those aged 21-30 can join for $500 annually, those 30-70 can join for $1,000 annually, and those 70 and above can join for free under a mentorship agreement. Mentors must be a business owner or leader, be available to mentor younger members, and have a strong desire to give back to the business community.
“Society becomes great when old men plant trees knowing that others will sit under the shade of them,” Romano says.
The Network Bar hopes to enroll 1,000 members by 2018, and has made good progress thus far, Romano says. Businesses can also purchase corporate memberships for employees as a promotion or recruitment perk.
Network Bar director of business development Gerardo Munguia says, so far, members have spanned multiple industries, including finance, law, technology, and real estate.
Joining will be fairly easy, Romano says, but it will also be easy to get kicked out. Part of the bar’s purpose is to create a safe place for people of all ages and genders to network. Members may anonymously flag one another via the app for inappropriate behavior, which could lead to a withdrawal of membership.
“We don’t want this to be a nightclub,” Fitts says. “We want this to be elegant and professional, safe and inviting.”
“We want it to be a place for people to chase business opportunities,” Romano says.
Programming such as a speaker series, intimate fireside chats with business leaders, business book launches, and mentor office hours will be available to all members.
Since its soft opening Monday, members have already been using the space as an office and conference room alternative, and a place to grab a burger and craft cocktail.
“We didn’t intend to be in competition with co-working concepts,” Fitts said. In fact, Romano foresees a licensing partnership in the future with a hotel brand or co-working concept. “But we’ve got to make this work first; then we’ll work on growing it fast,” Romano says.
Romano and Fitts have been working closely with attorneys to protect the intellectual property of the concept. “But the best way to protect [the concept] is through market penetration,” Romano says.
Younity Group, the development company that created the Network Bar’s app, is half owned by Romano and Fitts.
Members and up to three guests can eat and drink from a menu of meal and snack items Romano calls “hand food,” as well as a full bar and craft cocktails. Daily hours vary, but the Network Bar will be closed every Monday to host private events.
Trinity Groves continues to grow, as the restaurant incubator increased sales 57 percent from this quarter last year, according to Romano. But the Network Bar is still unlike anything the partners have attempted thus far.
“This isn’t a venture—it’s an adventure,” Romano says.
Everybody’s favorite Dallas-based ex-con journalist is at it again. Last night Viceland released its latest episode of the Cyberwar show, titled “Activists vs. the Surveillance State.” It features Barrett sitting in D Magazine’s conference room, talking on his flip phone to the Bureau of Prisons, trying to find out why he’s not allowed to talk to a reporter from Vice — which he goes ahead and does anyway. Aaaand he got arrested again. This all happened back in late April. Anyway, if you have about 20 minutes, it’s worth the time. For those who want even more Barrett, sometime next week a new documentary about him will drop. Stay tuned.
I was so delighted to nab the assignment of writing this month’s cover story, which hit the web this morning. Like many of you, I love to travel. As D Magazine’s travel editor, I have flown all over the world and driven across Texas, Arkansas, and Oklahoma in search of places to share with our readers. What I hadn’t done was to study the small towns that lie within an hour’s drive of Dallas.
It would have been easy to phone in Granbury and Fort Worth. Those towns are two of the most popular drives for Dallasites. Instead I added 1,484 miles to my car’s odometer.
My method was loose. I had a list of 21 towns. Some days I just got in the car and headed in the general direction of one of them. I took backroads, stopped at mom-and-pop diners, bought way too many items that will end up in a garage sale, and talked to folks at almost every stop.
My first draft of the story was more than 10,000 words. I had fallen in love with North Texas all over again. I marveled at the glorious courthouses and well-preserved architecture of our region. I learned how the area was settled and the importance of the railroads.
My biggest surprise was Corsicana. I’ve driven past it my whole life. Once I stopped and spent some time there I learned about the transition taking place there. The power of the railroads and oil barons built a remarkable town center filled with beautiful buildings. Today they are filled with vibrant shops, restaurants, and independently owned businesses.
I was most impressed by SMU art school graduate Kyle Hobratschk’s 100 West project. Hobratschk took over The State National Bank Building, a three-story IOOF Italianate-revival red brick building built in 1898 and converted into an 11,000-square-foot living and working space for artists and writers. The project has sparked the opening of several other unique galleries. As a result, young craftsmen and artists are moving to Corsicana where they thrive in affordable living space just an hour south of Dallas.
Some of the towns in North Texas are up and coming. Others, such as Pilot Point, are striving for some energy. I urge you to take a couple hours out of a day and visit these towns. There are people waiting to tell you stories about what took place in their backyards. I promise you will go home full of enrichment.
Zeke Elliott Granted Temporary Restraining Order to Play Sunday. The Cowboys’ controversial running back will rejoin practice today at The Star and will play Sunday against San Francisco. A U.S. district judge, filling in for the assigned judge who was on vacation, ordered a temporary restraining order against Elliott’s six-game ban last night. It’s good through October 30 unless another hearing is held first. The assigned judge will make a more permanent decision when she gets back.
The Search for Sherin Mathews Continues in a Field Near Richland College. Police moved the search for 3-year-old Sherin Mathews to a field near Richland College yesterday. It’s less than 2 miles from the Mathews’ home in Richardson where her father put her outside in an alley at 3 a.m. as a punishment. Police said they found “objects of interest” but haven’t elaborated yet.
DISD Superintendent Wants to Close Two Schools and Convert Two to Charters. Superintendent Michael Hinojosa said the goal in doing this would be to avoid punishment from the state for the schools’ poor performances. He didn’t say which schools he had in mind, but he’ll present his plan to trustees on November 2. If no action is taken, the school board and superintendent could be replaced. “If I take a chance and they don’t make it, something is going to happen in August. We’re not running from the accountability. We have something great we want to replace it with,” Hinojosa said.
Getting Caught with Weed in Dallas Doesn’t Mean You’ll go to Jail Now. Yesterday, Dallas County commissioners passed a “cite and release” program to free up cops to focus on violent crimes. Dallas police can now give a court summons to people found with less than 4 ounces of marijuana. It will go into effect December 1.
Once again, if you haven’t been following along at home, Folio: is a trade magazine about magazines. Every year Folio: hands out awards for the best editorial (Eddie Awards) and design (Ozzie Awards) work done across the country, both digital and in print. Yesterday, in the “city and regional” category, we won three.
We won an Ozzie for best use of digital photography for our May cover, about the Tobolowsky murder. The image was created by C.J. Burton, and the cover was designed by our own Kevin Goodbar, who also came up with the concept.
We won an Eddie for best series of articles. They were written by our own Matt Goodman about the Duntsch trial. You can find his reports and the cover story he wrote here.
And, finally, we won an Eddie for best news coverage, for a series of reports on Dallas City Council meetings written by Barrett Brown. You can find those here. In typical Barrett fashion, he was not humbled by the win. One of the publications he beat was something produced by the New York City Police Department. Here’s what he wrote on Facebook yesterday:
Ten years ago, upon moving to Brooklyn, I was grabbed off the street along with a couple of Puerto Ricans I was hanging out with, thrown up against a wall, called a “liar” for claiming I wasn’t buying drugs from them, searched, and then released with a warning that they were going to rob me. That was my first, though by no means last, experience with the NYPD. Today I was up against the New York Police Department’s NYPD News for “Best Local and Regional Coverage” award from Folio. I just beat them. Fuck you, pigs, and fuck your little pretend newspaper. Also, the drugs were in my sock.
Back in August, as the debate over the future of Dallas’ various Confederate monuments and street names was only heating up, the In Solidarity Movement staged a protest at the Confederate War Monument that sits in Pioneer Park Cemetery just outside the Dallas Convention Center.
The protest, as these things do, attracted some folks who believe we need to leave the monuments alone. In the midst of the hubbub, a cringe-worthy (to say the least) back-and-forth between Michael Waters, the founding pastor of Joy Tabernacle African Methodist Episcopal (A.M.E) Church, and a man bearing a Confederate flag, went down like this, according to our reporter in the field Doyle Rader:
Like Waters before him, Rick was frequently interrupted by shouts and accusations from the crowd. Unlike Waters, though, Rick engaged those confronting him and spoke about a race war that began in the 1700s. At this point, the gathering resembled a Facebook argument more than anything else. This exchange got the most play on the evening newscast, between Waters and a bearded man in a blue shirt holding a Confederate flag (who wouldn’t give his name):
Waters: Why do you carry that flag?
Man: Because this is my heritage! My family fought to save their farm under that flag!
Waters: Who was working that farm?
Man: My family was!
Waters: Who was working that farm?
Man: They were poor! Do you know how much a slave cost back then?
Yikes. Well, nothing goes unnoticed these days, and that precise bit of dialogue was picked up by John Oliver in his 20-plus minute take-down of the Confederate debate on last Sunday’s Last Week Tonight. Here’s the full clip, but you’ll have to advance to the 9-minute mark to watch the shocking bit Dallas contributed to the piece. And in response to it all, here’s Oliver’s zinger:
“You know you are wrong when you decide that your best argument with a black man is ‘Do you know how expensive you used to be.’ It is comments like that one that landed that guy on the cover of ‘Holy Sh*t that is not remotely the point magazine.'”
Chris Shull eventually became a respectable adult and got himself a wife and a real job, but when I entered his orbit, in 1994, he was the arts editor for the now defunct Met, a Dallas alternative weekly staffed by brilliant minds working hard to do stupid stuff. Most of us were just a few years removed from college. Shull — we all called him by his last name — was five or six years older, which seemed like a larger gap back then. He was an elder statesman but only because we were such punks.
I’ve met few people with his breadth of expertise and interests. He was a horn player and knew plenty about jazz and classical music, of course, but he was also into drag racing. Somehow he convinced The Met’s editor, Joe Guinto, that we should run a profile of Kenny Bernstein. This was circa 1995, and Bernstein hadn’t lived in Dallas for more than a decade, but, come on, he was “The King of Speed,” the first man to go 300 mph in the quarter mile. I remember that trivia because Shull conscripted me as his co-pilot for a road trip to Kansas City, where Bernstein was racing the week prior to an appearance at the Texas Motorplex, in Ennis. Shull would interview him there, then write the cover story for the following week. I’d like to say that on that trip Shull and I had a long, meaningful conversation about our hopes and fears and plans for the future. And maybe we did. But I don’t remember that. What I remember is that I didn’t think his car would make it to KC and back. I remember shutting down a bar with him. And I remember how cool he was, how he was equally at ease navigating the pit lane at a drag race as he was sipping Chardonnay at intermission at the Meyerson.
He did it all while wearing rose-colored Ray-Bans, no matter the time of day or night. They were prescription glasses. He explained to me once that he couldn’t afford two pairs, so he’d chosen the sunglasses. After he became a respectable adult, he bought himself some proper indoor eyewear, but I’ll always remember him in those sunglasses. God, he was a funny, profane, big-hearted dude. He had an enormous, explosive laugh.
Kim Jones worked with Shull at The Met. In a Facebook group DM earlier today, she told a bunch of former staffers: “I can still hear him laughing and calling every woman in the room a fabulous babe. And talking about his cat Maia. I am 48 years old and have been married for 14 years and have two children. I hope one day that someone will talk about me the way that Shull talked about that cat.” It’s true. Shull had a weird thing for that cat. (Go here to read a really funny Shull anecdote from Kim.)
Shull spent some time post-Met covering the symphony for the Wichita Eagle, in Kansas. That is where he met Charla Sanderson. The two were married 17 years. She now works for the Office of Cultural Affairs, here in Dallas. A couple weeks ago, Sanderson noticed that her husband looked jaundiced. A visit to a doctor revealed that his liver was failing. Shull spent a week in ICU but seemed, for a bit, to be doing better. That wasn’t the case. He died yesterday morning. Shull was 55 years old.
Sanderson says there won’t be a service. She plans to have some dinner parties, to surround herself with people who loved and admired her husband. I hope she has a big table. She’ll need it to accommodate all those people, including many of the musicians at the Dallas Symphony. For those who wish to do something in Shull’s honor, she suggests donating in his name to help cats at Operation Kindness.
FROM JOE GUINTO, FOUNDING MANAGING EDITOR OF THE MET:
When I was his boss at The Met back in the day, I could never be mad at Chris Shull for long, even though rage was my most honed leadership skill. It didn’t matter if he missed deadlines — and, oh, how he missed deadlines — didn’t matter if he assigned stories to writers I hated — and he did — didn’t matter if he brought contraband along for a staff outing to a strip club at a gas station halfway between Dallas and Waco — and he did, despite my explicit, ranting instruction that he should absolutely do no such thing.
I loved Shull. Everyone loved Shull. And everyone hated me when I restructured Shull’s full-time arts editor job into a part-time position — part of a short-sighted decision to move a few thousand dollars of Shull’s appallingly low salary into some godawful fashion publication we’d just started (see above). Everyone hated me, that is, except Shull. When I broke the news to him, apologetically, he hugged me and he thanked me for being such a good boss. I wasn’t. But Shull was a good man and a dedicated editor who cared deeply for the Dallas arts community, especially the city’s classical musicians, and who made The Met’s coverage of that community into something respectable.
Early on, we’d have been lost without Shull. Later, when he left for full-time work in Wichita, we were lesser for not having his connections to, well, everyone — Shull had friends in high and low places — and for not having his loud, hilariously vulgar presence in our midst on a daily basis. As it turns out, everyone was right to hate me.
Like a lot of Met people, I saw Shull very infrequently in recent years. But he served as arts editor for our one-week-only 21st-anniversary issue, in 2015, and he brought his big laugh to our reunion party. I talked to him a lot at that event. On his way out the door, he stopped and hugged me as if I’d just laid him off. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, man,” he said. But he had it backward. The Met wouldn’t have been The Met without Shull. And I’m sure that for anyone who knew him back then or more recently, life won’t be the same without him either.
FROM ERIC CELESTE, FOUNDING EDITOR OF THE MET:
Chris Shull was one of the few truly unique people I’ve ever met. He was also one of the kindest people you could ever know. He was a loving bear of a man who at once felt familiar and larger than life. He was Austin Powers without the lechery, The Dude with ambition, a redneck Mr. Holland.
Shull’s swingin’, cool-cat vibe was genuine. Twenty years after he worked for me, he still called me “boss.” (He may have called everyone that, but I choose to believe not.) The prescription sunglasses he wore indoors, the long hair he constantly pulled out of his eyes, proclaiming every female friend/colleague/performer “a fabulous babe” — each felt honest and innocent. In a world where most eccentricities feel calculated and pretentious, Shull’s were wildly endearing.
Women loved Shull, and he in turn really loved women. He loved their beauty, of course, but he found beauty in the things that mattered: their strength, their honesty, their hopes and fears. (And, it must be said, in less high-minded qualities.) At The Met, we worked above a bar called the Green Elephant, and after (or during) work, it was often we’d come downstairs and find Shull surrounded by young women, talking to each of them about their jobs, their boyfriends, school. He knew everything about them, he counseled them through their problems and concerns, and they never felt threatened by him. Despite proclaiming his love for each of them, they viewed him, correctly, as something of a father figure, someone motivated first by friendship and kindness.
But a man as fully romantic as Shull of course found love. Young love came in the form of women dazzled by his passion, awed by his encyclopedic knowledge of classical music, and tolerant of his more Texas-y pursuits (football and auto racing, in particular). As Tim pointed out, true love came later, when Shull moved to Wichita and met Charla. I didn’t know her well, but I knew how happy she and Chris were together. Every time I saw them about town, they beamed. They were *that* couple, the one that made you feel all things are possible through love.
I hadn’t seen Shull since last year, when he left the DSO, where he handled PR and publications. He would regularly email me and tell me to bring my “fabulous babe” of a girlfriend. Mostly because of him, we came often, and we always had a blast. He was great at his job because he loved the symphony so much, and he wanted to help me and other philistines share in what he found so exhilarating. He would dumb it down for me. “Don’t come to that show, come to the next one, the program is SEXIER!” “When that movement starts, and you feel the boomboomboomboom — boss, it’s like you’re in FUCKING DIE HARD!”
I hope some of you can hear his voice there. The temptation with Shull is to only recall how open, honest, and caring he was, because he offered more of his heart to his friends than just about anyone I’ve ever known. But I don’t want to forgot how wickedly funny he was. He was a World War II buff — again, endearing — and once, while writing a simple preview for The Met of a big Japanese-American art exhibit, he decided to write in the voice of an aggrieved veteran. I can still hear Shull laughing loudly, bellowing the words out, and us laughing maniacally around him. I’ll end this goodbye with those words because they always make me laugh. Also because I’m tired of crying, and I don’t want to go on about how much I want to hear him yell “Celeste!” and bear hug me one more time.
Here are the funniest, most inappropriate 192 words that were ever printed in The Met:
We have but one question for the fastidious organizers of “Sun & Star 1996,” this fall’s ubiquitous festival of Japanese art and culture that has relentlessly filled museums and concert halls since September: Remember Pearl Harbor? The sun and star have met and mingled before, and it wasn’t in the cool darkness of the DMA or the quiet grandeur of the Meyerson in that breathless moment between silence and music. Oh no, my friends. It was on the blood-frothed beaches of Tarawa and on the fire-swept hell of Iwo Jima that sun and star first mingled, and it was no goddamned tea ceremony either. IT WAS WAR, dammit. WAR! It was a peaceful Sunday morning in paradise, shattered by treachery and well-aimed 500-pound bombs. But you got yours, didn’t you, my little samurai? PAYBACK’S A BITCH, huh Tojo? You can make pretty little enamel lacquered boxes and folded paper cranes, but could you construct a simple self-sealing gas tank? HELL NO! Nimble is as nimble does, and your vaunted Zeros were just that: DUCKS IN A GODDAMNED SHOOTING GALLERY, from Midway all the way to Tokyo Bay. Never forget! Remember the Arizona!
The paper visited the outspoken Channel 8 sports broadcaster at his ranch in Waxahachie to find out how the “white-haired grandfather who hasn’t voted since 1972” became a fixture on social media feeds around the world. At least part of his viral popularity is, as Hansen puts it, the surprise of a “fat, old, white sports guy” on TV acting against type and defending progressive causes.
The riffs have made Hansen something of an outlier: a local newsman with a national voice, a champion for social issues in a stick-to-sports world, a liberal voice in a deeply red state that’s as passionate about its sports as it is its politics.
Here in Texas, mixing those two religions is nearly a sin, but the cocky Hansen revels in taking on sacred cows, saying, “Oh, well, I’m agnostic anyway.”
There are a lot of good bits in the story, including Hansen’s not-so-diverse upbringing. Perhaps most importantly, we learn the name of Hansen’s mini donkey, Edward R. Burro, referencing the legendary broadcast journalist Edward R. Murrow and the Spanish word for donkey.
Chances are if you’re reading this, you’re already well aware of the fact that Playboy founder Hugh Hefner passed away at his home, the Playboy Mansion, on Wednesday. The guy was 91. That’s a great run. Pour out a Jack Daniel’s and cola for him. It was his favorite nightcap, after all.
Regardless of your stance on Hefner and his publication, there’s no denying the magnitude of the brand he built. The Playboy logo is one of the most recognizable in the world. There are Playboy cookbooks, clothing, and clubs. A tattered copy of The Playboy Gourmet is one of my most cherished possessions.
I came across a story about Dallas’ Playboy Club in the January 1977 issue of D Magazine a while back while I was digging through the archives. This seemed like an ideal time to pull it back out and share. (Fun fact: the Dallas Playboy Club was located at Express Tower by North Central Expressway, and the Dallas Cowboys offices were located in the same building. Apparently the Playboy Bunnies and Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders had quite the ongoing rivalry.)
It also inspired me to reach out to the women who worked at the club during its heyday. Mary Ann Russell, Thressa Anderson, Terry Parrish, and Lori Bailey were employed as Bunnies in Dallas during the ’70s and ’80, and they loved it.
These are their stories.
“I started in 1981; it was the tail end of the club, no pun intended. It was so wonderful and glamorous. We were well protected. You couldn’t touch a bunny. The best thing I got out of the experience was my friends. I’m still friends with them. The sisterhood of the bunnies is just amazing.
It was almost an illusion; we wore more clothes than you’d think. There were two types of pantyhose: support hose and black stockings. The made-to-fit costumes were tedious to put on. It took up to three girls to get one girl into her outfit. One girl would hold it at the waist, one person would hold at the top, and another would zip it up. I used two pairs of tube socks to fill it up. My outfit was pastel. It took five years to get a black suit. I really wanted a black suit. We did have Christmas outfits; they were red with white fur.
There was the main den where cocktails were served, the lounge with bumper pool, the showroom where performers headlined and dinner was served, and the game room. There was a regular stream of clients. So many Dallas Cowboys. The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders and the Bunnies had an ongoing rivalry. It was a lot of fun. We weren’t supposed to date customers, but they loosened the rules for celebrities.
Some of the girls were making more money than their fathers did. It was very empowering for a woman. I had great insurance and benefits, and the money was good. I was in school at the time; a lot of the girls were. We were working toward bigger and better dreams.
I was a bit conflicted when I heard that Hugh died. Since then I’ve become a big woman of God. So I was torn. But what I always loved about Hugh was the way he broke down race barriers by way of entertainment and music in his clubs. I loved him for that.” – Mary Ann Russell
“I worked at the club from 1978 until it closed in 1982. I was 20 years old when I started working there. I still remember everything. It was the best years of my life. The first weekend I worked, there was a Cowboys game on TV and Howard Cosell and Jimmy ‘The Greek’ Snyder came in. It was always exciting. There were movie stars and TV stars and rock and roll musicians. It was just a pretty magical place. It was so upscale.
It wasn’t like a topless bar or anything; you had to have a key to get in. It was for members only. I remember drinks costing $5.50, which was a lot for back then. I was a Silver Anniversary Bunny. I still have some of my suits. I have the red one, the black one, and the silver one.
Somebody called last night and said that Hugh passed. I actually cried. I met my best friends of my life there. My best friend was a Bunny in Dallas, too.
She married the drummer in the band Boston. I call them every day, even after all of these years. He got us all together—a group of incredible women from all over the world. It was so empowering. I can’t stop smiling talking about it. I dream about going back. It was just a fabulous time and a fabulous club.” – Thressa Anderson
“I was one of the original girls. We had to go through at least four to five interviews. It reminded me of beauty pageants. You wouldn’t hear from them for a few weeks, and then you would get a letter. And then there was another audition at the Fairmount. We had to wear a swimsuit and there were celebrity judges. Rose Marie Mazetta from The Dick Van Dyke Show was one of them. You started at the top of a runway and then walked down it—in high heels. It was very scary and intimidating. There were so many people on-site. More than 5,000 girls tried out; out of that, they chose 188. Then we had to go through training. There were classes for six weeks, for almost all day.
It was fun. It was absolutely, positively the best years of my life. People would stand in line for hours to get into the club. And we were so protected and treated with respect. People couldn’t touch us. You would stuff so much money down the front of your suit that when you unzipped it, all of the bills would fall out onto the floor. We were making $200, $300, up to $600 in a night. I paid cash for a new car. We made really, really, really good money. And we were always doing promotions and charity work.
I moved to Los Angeles in 1981 and was looking for a place to stay. I lived in the Playboy Mansion for two weeks. Hugh was such a wonderful man. He was caring. Some girls were having a rough time financially, and he would help them out. He didn’t know me, but he knew I was one of the Bunnies, one of his girls. He was so sweet. He was so loving. He had a dream, and I was so privileged to be a part of that. We’re a family of Bunnies. Some went on to be attorneys, some are teachers. I have two masters and am working on my doctorates. I’m a licensed mortician and teach American history.
My younger sister was also a Bunny. The night Hugh died, I was watching TV, except it was something that I recorded. The phone rang and she goes ‘Terry!’ I say, ‘What?’ She scared me. She goes, ‘Hef just died! They just announced it.’ I was wondering why I hadn’t seen it on TV, but then remembered I was watching a recorded program. It was everywhere: CNN, Facebook. I felt very sad, but as someone who’s been working in a death industry, I probably felt a little different. He lived to be 91 and that’s a wonderful life.” – Terry Parrish
“I started at the beginning. I was an original Bunny. I was working a terrible job, and my boyfriend at the time saw an ad in the Dallas Morning News. He was like, ‘You should do this.’ I secretly auditioned and waited on an acceptance letter. I was thrilled to leave that job. I never looked back.
It was the most wonderful four years of my life. Us Bunnies loved each other. We looked out for each other. We still hang out together. And it was a darn good job. A lot of girls made a lot of money and blew it. But I bought a house at 22; it was pretty revolutionary for the ’70s.
The night Hugh was at the club, I wasn’t scheduled to work. I was bummed. He was classy, a perfect gentleman. He lived a great life and lived to be 91, so God bless him. Hugh was a revolutionary. He changed everything. People sometimes think of the Bunnies as strippers, but it was not even close to that. The Dallas Playboy club was very elite, and I thoroughly enjoyed working there. Well, except for the high heels. My feet suffered. Our method of a foot massage was to stick our feet in the toilet and flush it over and over again.
It’s nothing but good memories. The first celebrity I met was Mel Tormé, and my favorite was Lainie Kazan. I got to watch the show when she performed. When the lights went down, the bunnies stopped serving. I remember sitting on the steps and crying when she was performing. It was so beautiful. She was so incredible.
There were some happy times there. We took it in stride, put money in our pockets, and danced all the way home.”– Lori Bailey
The Playboy Club closed in 1982. Click the gallery below to view some of Thressa Anderson’s photos from her time there.
DISD Will Vote on Jump-Starting Renaming Schools Honoring Confederates. The Dallas ISD board of trustees will vote tonight about when to begin the process of renaming four elementary schools that are named after Confederate generals. A resolution created by board president Dan Micciche proposes waiving current policy and making an accelerated timeline for the name changes. If accepted, the board would hear recommended changes in November and vote on their enactment in December.
Former Dallas Cop to Pay $6.3 Million Related to In-Custody Death. Ernesto Fierro had already gotten in trouble multiple times when he worked for the DPD in the 1990s and 2000s. In 2013, when he was a cop in East Texas, he pulled 70-year-old William Livezey over while off duty, and the man died of a heart attack when he was being arrested. Livezey’s family had brought charges against Fierro for an illegal traffic stop and excessive force. Now Fierro, who was convicted of aggravated assault, has been ordered to pay the family $6.3 million.
Fort Worth Teacher Caught Soliciting Minor. North Crowley High School science teacher Jarrod Cook was arrested in an online predator sting after he replied to a “Sunday Funday?” post. Investigators posed as 13- to 15-year-old girls and boys. Cook, along with six other suspects arrested, met at a location for sexual contact with a person they thought was a teenage girl. He and the others are in custody.
Zeke Elliott Has Another Hearing Today. There will be yet another court hearing—the fifth one—to determine if he will keep playing or if he’ll finally have to serve his six-game suspension. It’ll be at 1 p.m. and could bring an end to his legal uncertainty.
City Council Approves 107-Year-Old Oak Cliff Home to Become Restaurant. The house was built in 1910 by the former chief justice of Dallas’ 5th Court of Appeals who became mayor of Dallas in 1936. It will be preserved and updated, and renovations will begin in the next 60 days by developer Jim Lake.
Good Works Under 40 Winner Named Today. Five Dallas civic leaders younger than 40 are finalists for the award. The winner will receive a $10,000 donation to a nonprofit of his or her choice, and the other finalists will receive $3,500 for their nonprofits. The finalists are Stephanie Giddens, president of Vickery Trading Company; Lana Harder, pediatric neuropsychologist and CASA volunteer; Dominic Lacy, Deaf Action Center’s first deaf board president; Robert Taylor, director of The Educator Collective; and Elizabeth Viney, an attorney who works pro-bono with Advocates for Community Transformation.
Student Brings Gun to DISD Elementary School. This happened on Tuesday at Highland Meadows Elementary, but adults didn’t know about it until yesterday. Another student who’d seen the gun told a parent, and the student who brought it owned up to it. There’s an ongoing investigation.
We are not as powerful a city as we used to be, and the proof is as close as Colonial Country Club.
Once, about six phone calls would have rounded up sponsors for a pro golf charity benefit to raise $13 million and put Fort Worth on network TV all weekend.
The electronics, retail and energy giants that used to support Fort Worth arts, charities and causes are no longer around. Or they aren’t in any shape to help.
It’s an interesting conundrum for a city that is still growing and will soon break into the top 15 of largest U.S. cities. Kennedy says all that growth, though, is coming from technical and warehouse jobs. “We’re not growing executives,” he writes. “We’re not growing headquarters, or leaders, or decision-makers.”
And yet, every time ESPN comes to town for a big game, they erect their outdoor set in downtown Fort Worth, not Dallas.
Don Huffines gets a tip of the cap, certainly. He is the state senator who pushed to get a measure on the November 7 ballot that will allow voters to kill Dallas County Schools. If you don’t know what DCS is, read this piece by Jim Schutze. To sum up, though, DCS isn’t a school district. It’s a transportation agency that provides bus service to area districts, the largest of which is Dallas ISD. And it’s a horrible transportation agency. It charges way too much, it crashes buses way too often, and its management for many years struck all sorts of questionable deals that appear to have enriched itself.
So, yes, Senator Huffines. Without him, we wouldn’t have the opportunity to stab this thing in the heart. But the knife was given to us by NBC 5. Reporter Scott Friedman and producer Eva Parks took a couple nibbles at this story way back in 2013, but they really sank their teeth into it a little over a year ago. (And, no, I am not mixing metaphors. These two are real watchdogs. Watchdogs who carry knives that they supply to citizens when needed.) You can see the whole repository of their reporting here.
When you vote against DCS on Tuesday, remember their names.
Director Anna Zetchus Smith today released a 75-minute documentary about Barrett Brown. Its full title is Accidental Warrior: the Life and Time of Barrett Brown. An opening sequence lays out the doc’s goal this way:
In early 2011 Aaron Barr, then the CEO of private internet security company HBGary Federal, claimed to have uncovered the “top leadership of Anonymous” in the hopes of receiving prestige and bigger contracts.
Members of Anonymous mocked him by hacking the company, which, among other things, resulted in the release of 70,000 internal emails, emails that revealed how these types of companies, unwatched, interact with government to build the surveillance state.
It would take an entire film to explain all of those details, and this is not that film. This film is about what happened to the journalist who did try to explain it.
It’s an interesting flick, featuring, without voiceover narration, interviews with Nikki Loehr, Barrett’s onetime girlfriend; Caleb Pritchard, a childhood friend; John Kiriakou, a CIA whistleblower; Marlo Cadeddu, one of Barrett’s lawyers; Kevin Gallagher, who helped raise money for Barrett’s legal defense fund; Gregg Housh, an early Anonymous participant; and me. Anna interviewed me in the D Magazine office the day Barrett was sentenced. If I’d known she was going to use that much of our discussion, I would have insisted on hair and makeup.
It’s a date that changed Dallas forever: November 22, 1963. And yet more than 50 years later, there is still confusion clouding exactly what happened when President John F. Kennedy took his ill-fated trip though Dealey Plaza. Today, tens of thousands of previously classified records related to the assassination will become public record. The question everyone wants to know: what’s left to find? If 54 years of official and unofficial investigations, countless books, and so many movies have failed to settle the details on the events that came together on that day to rewrite the course of history with the punctuation of a single bullet, what will?
After all, 90 percent of the files related to the assassination are already public. The remaining 30,000 to 40,000 pages of documents that have been secret (and will now be opened) have already been reviewed by the Assassination Records Review Board in the nineties. Most were classified as “Not Believed Relevant.” But of course, with a conspiracy as thick as the JFK assassination, who’s going to take some official government review board’s word for it?
Not Roger Stone, the political consultant, bestselling author on the Kennedy assassination, and apparent confidant of President Trump, who has been reportedly pushing the president to release documents that were already set to be released. Stone told Infowars’ Alex Jones, a man who could turn brushing your teeth into a conspiracy, that CIA director Mike Pompeo pushed the president to postpone the release and that he, nevertheless, prevailed in convincing Trump to get all the documents out in the open. Which is all worth bringing up if only to frame one of the JFK assassination’s lasting gifts to the United States: the slow, 50-year-long erosion of public trust in the institutions that govern us, which has finally bloomed into an atmosphere in which the holder of the highest office in the land lies to the public without remorse, credible journalism is castigated as fake news, and truth isn’t to be believed until it is framed as a conspiracy.
But the documents. What’s in the documents? And more specifically, will there be anything in the documents that reveals more about Oswald’s life and behavior in Dallas, as well as the extent to which Dallas officials and federal or foreign agents working in Dallas were aware of Oswald – or even, perhaps, encouraging him?
Well, maybe so.
For JFK experts, the big subject of intrigue surrounding the new documents is that some of them contain details of a trip Lee Harvey Oswald took to Mexico City just a few weeks before the assassination. What was he doing in Mexico City? Meeting with agents from Cuba? Russia? The CIA? Did any of them follow him to Dallas? Were they in contact with him while he was in Dallas? While most of the credible evidence around the assassination points to Oswald as a lone gunman, there is still an open possibility that he either acted on behalf of some other entity, or was actively encouraged by some other group.
It’s the latter possibility that, given all we know about Oswald’s character, strikes me as the most plausible – that in Mexico City someone associated with Cuban or Russian espionage heard Oswald ranting about killing Kennedy and told him, “Yeah, sure, go kill Kennedy, we’d be keen on that, comrade.” And then, on the morning of November 23, when they opened their newspapers and read that the main suspect in JFK’s murder was the same loon from Dallas, they spit out their coffee.
But then, there may be information about another conspiracy revealed in these new documents. In the Guardian, Philip Shenon writes that the real JFK conspiracy wasn’t a cover-up of a plot to kill the president, but rather the conspiracy was the cover-up of the incompetence of organizations like the CIA and FBI, which were tasked with protecting against such a plot:
I’m referring to the well-documented, proven conspiracy within the highest reaches of the US government – a criminal conspiracy from the start, involving the destruction of top-secret documents and photographs, the silencing of witnesses and whistleblowers, and the wholesale suborning of perjury – to cover up the truth about what the government had known in advance about Oswald and the clear threat he had posed to one man: President Kennedy.
This isn’t really news. In a 2014 internal report, a CIA historian acknowledged that the agency did hide evidence from the Warren Commission:
The cover-up was intended to keep investigators focused exclusively on evidence that proved “what the Agency believed at the time was the ‘best truth’ – that Lee Harvey Oswald, for as yet undetermined motives, had acted alone in killing Kennedy”.
That Orwellian line — “best truth” — should make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
These allegations don’t change the facts surrounding who killed JFK, but they do point to what is, perhaps, a more frightening truth that rose to the surface on that November day in Dallas. By the time of the assassination, a kind of pervading sickness had already begun to take hold of the institutions of the American government: the swelling in power of semi-self-governing bodies operating within the federal government but possessing their own agendas, unchecked by the system of democratic power established by the U.S. Constitution. These forces would play an active role in the coming decade and in shaping the kind of nation the United States has become.
Perhaps the only real conspiracy concerning the JFK assassination simply amounts to the fact that the CIA and FBI worked to cover up their own incompetence in an effort to maintain their own credibility and political confidence – and thereby maintain their power. The irony is that in their efforts to hide the fact that there was no deep governmental conspiracy at work to kill Kennedy, these agencies were the midwives to the birth of conspiracy culture.
In a way, the conspiracy theorists have been right all along. The government was up to funny business, only it wasn’t the funny business they suspected. Not only were these agents incapable of pulling off some of the more elaborate schemes proposed over the years to explain the assassination, they couldn’t even keep tabs on a crackpot loner in Oak Cliff who told everyone he was going to kill Kennedy.
And then he did.
Somehow, that incompetence is more unsettling. But it goes deeper than that. If you have followed Barrett Brown’s writing about the prison system over the last few years, then you will know that this kind of incompetence present within powerful, self-governing institutions emboldens a brand of bureaucratic inertia and corruption that can quickly erode away the very ideals of freedom and individual rights this nation is supposedly founded on.
Now, of course, there may still be some secret truth out there hidden in documents that will not be released today: the documents that were destroyed by these duplicitous government actors. Regardless of what they contained, the absence of those records will ensure that the cottage industry of speculating about just what happened in Dallas all those decades ago will continue well into the future, perpetuating the culture of conspiracy whose grip on the public consciousness has never been stronger, as well as perpetuating this city’s uncomfortable but all-important relationship to that dark day.
Body Confirmed as Missing 3-year-old Sherin Mathews. Police confirmed yesterday that the body they found in a culvert is that of 3-year-old Sherin Mathews. Wesley Mathews’ new story is that Sherin eventually drank her milk in their garage but began to choke, and her breathing slowed. Her father didn’t feel a pulse and believed her to be dead. He confessed to police that he removed her body from the house. Why he didn’t wake his nurse wife, Sini Mathews, is confounding. Autopsy results are pending and will determine Sherin’s cause of death. Wesley Mathews faces up to life in prison.
Dallas Rep Eric Johnson Wants Confederate Plaque Gone. Johnson has been making his case for a long time about removing the plaque with a nod to the Confederacy outside his office at the Texas Capitol. But on Friday, he’ll bring his case to Gov. Greg Abbott. Earlier this week, Johnson filed a formal request with the state to take it down.
4,000 Dallas Jobs Up for Grabs Tomorrow. With the impending holiday rush, about a dozen Dallas-area companies need to hire a lot of people for $15 to $25 per hour. The “You’re Hired! Job Fest” is happening tomorrow afternoon at the Sheraton downtown. Some of these seasonal positions—at companies like UPS, FedEx Ground, and Ashley Furniture—could lead to full-time gigs.
Trump in Dallas Today. He’s here to get $4 million for the GOP and his re-election fund. He’ll be at the Belo Mansion downtown, a few blocks away from the D Mag office. Yay.
Forbes just dropped its list of the 400 richest people in America. Sorry. Wealthiest people. “Rich” is such a gauche term. Let’s have a look at the Dallasites who made the list and see how I, Tim Rogers, have personally interfaced with them. Just for giggles.
Andy Beal, No. 45, $10.9B
In 2010, I flew to Cape Canaveral on a 747 chartered by Beal to watch a space shuttle launch. Gabe Kaplan was along for the ride, too, on account of he, like Beal, enjoys high-stakes poker. I beat down Kaplan with questions about cards. He’s not nearly as nice as Beal. I shook Beal’s hand and thanked him for including me. Among the parting gifts given to everyone on the flight was a backpack that I still occasionally use to this day. Friendship rating on scale of 1 to 10: Beal and I are totally close. 8
Jerry Jones, No. 95, $5.6B
I’ve never met Jerry, but around 2000 I was thrown out of Valley Ranch for trying to interview a chef about what he was cooking for the team. Friendship rating: Jerry and I are lifelong enemies. 1
Robert Rowling, No. 108, $5.2B
Strange as it may seem, given that he has an alliterative name, I’ve never met Rowling. Friendship rating: there is hope that one day our families will vacation together. 5
Ray Hunt, No. 122, $4.9B
I talked to him once on the phone. Can’t recall why. He was once a part owner of D Magazine. His building is a block from our office, and I sometimes visit his lobby just to see his badass Foucault pendulum. Friendship rating: we’d probably bro hug if we ran into each other at lunch. 6.5
Trevor Rees-Jones, No. 132, $4.8B
I have an email from 2009 indicating that we made a mistake in the magazine involving TRJ. Friendship rating: it was a great mistake. 9
Kelcy Warren, No. 161, $4.2B
I interviewed him in 2014. We fell so hard for each other that he invited me to his wife’s birthday party at Savor a couple days later. They are both really nice people. Friendship rating: beyond besties. 10
Ross Perot Sr., No. 167, $4.1B
Earlier this year, a handful of D staffers got to tour the new Perot family office. Just by chance, we ran into Ross Sr., and I got to shake his hand and see his own personal office, which includes hundreds of pictures of artifacts from his fascinating life. Friendship rating: out of respect for one of the greatest Americans ever to live, I will not overstate our bond. 5.2
Mark Cuban, No. 226, $3.3B
Man, I hate to bring this up. It happened so many years ago. 2002, to be exact. But Mark Cuban once threatened to slice off my nuts. Those were his words. I’m not making that up. Anyway, I played pickup basketball with him a couple times after that. So no hard feelings. Friendship rating: we will probably play one on one as soon as his kids get older and he has more time. 8
Gerald Ford, No. 278, $2.9B
I’ve been in Ford Stadium. Friendship rating: it was only to drop off my daughter at soccer camp. 2
Ray Davis, No. 288, $2.8B
John Blake once cussed me out big time. John Blake is the head of communications for the Rangers. Ray Davis co-owns the Rangers. Friendship rating: I can tell that Davis values loyalty and that he has Blake’s back. 0
Herbert Hunt, No. 374, $2.1B
Wait a sec. Which Hunt is this? Friendship rating: seriously, there are so many Hunts that it’s hard to keep track of them all, and that’s before we even start talking about the Hills. 1
Ross Perot Jr., No. 374, $2.1B
Remember that tour of the Perot office I told you about? Ross Jr. led the thing. Nice dude. I offered to come lead a morning yoga class for him at the gym in their office. He politely declined. Friendship rating: next time he flies around the world in a helicopter, pretty sure he’ll ask me to be his copilot. 9
Here’s the latest flutter over the State Fair of Texas, which continues to deep fry down at Fair Park through October 22. It is about a survey the fair is offering attendees the chance to win $1,000 to complete. Among a host of questions, like how old are you and how safe do you feel at the fair, the State Fair drops a sensitive bombshell. Depending on the version of the survey, it either asks how would you feel if the State Fair of Texas departed Dallas’ Fair Park after 130 years, or whether you believe the fair should work with the city to keep it at Fair Park for another 130 years.
In the article that appeared over the weekend about the survey, the subtext is clear. The State Fair is at the center of the debate over the future of Fair Park. Three groups are vying to take over private control of the park. The fair has been criticized for not living up to the terms of its contract with the city, managing Fair Park into a concrete mess, and contributing historically to the ongoing disinvestment and degradation of the neighborhoods surrounding Fair Park. All the while, a group headed by former Trammel Crow CEO Don Williams remains dead-locked in a series of lawsuits related to freedom of information requests to view the fair’s oft-criticized and tightly guarded finances (I mean, they count their ducats by weighing greasy tickets, for goodness sake).
And so, now the fair suddenly takes it upon itself to measure the emotional attachment of its attendees to the idea of the State Fair being in Fair Park. How does that not play as a preventive political maneuver that will raise its head again as the Fair Park privatization bid moves forward? And reading the fair’s spokesperson’s aww-shucks, gee-whiz, nothing going on here quote in the DMN, that perception is only furthered. Or, as council member Scott Griggs puts it, “Nothing the State Fair does surprises me.”
But that is not the best part of the article. The best part comes from young Jocelyn Hodges, age 15, who, when asked about the State Fair and Fair Park, makes a simple, ingenious suggestion.
“It would be kind of cool if it moved around to different cities every year,” she said.
Oh, I know, the sweet, inspiring naivete of the youth. Of course, it is not a practical suggestion. Of course, the powers that be – from fair officials watching the bottom line to city officials counting tax dollars – don’t want to take on the risk or complication of mounting the fair in moving locations year in and year out. There’s the tradition, the logistical nightmare, the cost, the loyalties, the liabilities, the food vendors, and all the countless little details.
But forget all that for a second and just think about Ms. Hodges’ idea: A State Fair that Travels.
It would be kind of cool. Actually, it would be very cool.
Each year could highlight a Texas region and bring in regional contrast. Each event could spruce up a locale and draw tourism, investment, and visitors to a different part of the state. Die-hard vendors could travel to the fair, and so could Big Tex. Sure, you wouldn’t get to ride on the Texas Star every year, but San Antonio, El Paso, Lubbock, Nacogdoches, Abilene, and who knows where else could build there own unique attractions. Maybe there could be a fair circuit – 10 cities that shared the honor, or one per cultural or geographical region. And the fair wouldn’t be an albatross around a specific location, but rather an Olympic-style interruption – embraced because local businesses and neighborhoods would know they wouldn’t have to relive the nightmare of the fair year-in and year-out.
How fun would it be to attend a State Fair of Texas on the Gulf Coast? Imagine the food at a state fair in the Rio Grande Valley. Think about the music at a state fair in the Hill Country.
Texas’ greatest quality is its rich cultural and geographical diversity and its vivacious embracing of individual freedom. Its most irritating quality is its pigeon-brained, self-serving cultural, political, and economic petulance, a parochial protectionsim which it fraudulently tries to pass off as individualism and independence. In its broad-shouldered political maneuvering, the State Fair exhibits too much of the later quality. A traveling fair would go a long way towards embracing the former and making Texas’ best self the center of the show.
Boy Scouts Will Now Let Girls Join. Yesterday Irving-based Boy Scouts of America announced plans to let girls join the Cub Scouts next year and to allow older girls to use the same curriculum as Boy Scouts. Females could become Eagle Scouts as soon as 2019. Of course, the CEO of Girl Scouts of Northeast Texas isn’t super thrilled. Jennifer Bartkowski said Girl Scouts gives girls role models to look up to. And Girl Scouts of the USA has criticized the announcement. But some girls like Makayla Lunday from McKinney are excited about the chance to join Boy Scouts.
DPD and DART Crack Down on K2. This year, there have been 151 arrests at the West End DART station regarding synthetic drugs like K2. In an effort to slow this rate, Dallas Police and DART will meet with Dallas County Community College District law enforcement and the Downtown Safety Patrol every month to try to make rail stations safer. Police Chief U. Renee Hall said DPD officers and DART will talk directly to each other to have “real-time communication relative to incidents going on.” They’ll have access to shared radio communication. She also wants more officers at stations.
Jerry Jones Meets with Cowboys on National Anthem. They met yesterday after practice, and Jones doubled down on his stance that players should stand for the anthem. Players including Dak Prescott and Dez Bryant didn’t comment on the meeting, but Prescott said they “ironed out” things during that time. Cornerback Orlando Scandrick said there are more questions in addition to answers now. Stay tuned.
City Council Settles Lake Fork Water Dispute. Yesterday the City Council unanimously approved a settlement with the Sabine River Authority regarding water the city gets from the Lake Fork reservoir, about 80 miles east. The city’s cost for the water had been increased, and so had customers’ water rates. The new rates for the city will be halved from the current $27 million per year, but the Council will have to decide on new customer rates. Mayor Rawlings called this a “major win” for North Texas.
In the wake of the news that our old friend Barrett Brown has won a victory in his case against the government for snooping around to find out who contributed to his legal defense fund (I mean, seriously), we get this trailer for a double-B documentary that’s set for release November 1. I apologize in advance for my small role in it.
Garland Firearms Dealer Recalls Vegas Shooter. Paul Peddle, owner of B & S Guns in Garland, sold guns to Las Vegas shooter Stephen Paddock in 2010 and 2011. Peddle also remembers Paddock visiting the shop last year with his girlfriend, Marilou Danley. Peddle said Paddock didn’t buy anything this most recent time but inquired about modifying a gun to make it easier to pull the trigger. Apparently Paddock hadn’t purchased long guns from him that could’ve been used in the shooting.
Body Found in Fort Worth Could Be Tied to Arlington Slaying. Fort Worth police found a body inside a vacant home after receiving a tip from Arlington police. The body may be connected to a double killing last month in Arlington when a severed head was found near AT&T Stadium. Two suspects had been arrested in the Arlington case. A medical examiner will determine the Fort Worth deceased person’s identity and cause of death.
Man Drowned in Lake Ray Hubbard. DPD identified the victim as 51-year-old Prince Slaughter, whom they pulled from the lake near John Paul Jones Park. He drowned while attempting to swim to his boat that had drifted away from the shore. A witness was able to pull him to shore, but by that time it was already too late.
Marc Stein, a long time ago, was a Mavs beat reporter for the Morning News. For a long time after that, he was ESPN’s top guy on the NBA, until he was laid off earlier this year. Stein was delivering scoops basically up until the second his tenure ended. He is the best. Just in time for the forthcoming NBA season, the Dallas-based Stein has hooked on with a little startup out of New York.
Proud and hugely humbled to share that, just in time for my 25th season covering the greatest league in the world, I'm joining the @nytimes
The only knock on Stein is that, back in 2009, when I was trying to pick a Premier League team to follow, he talked me out of choosing his beloved Manchester City, who went on to win the PL title two years later. The team I chose — Everton — hasn’t finished higher than fifth and has been total garbage this year. But it’s OK. I don’t dwell on that or anything.
The funny thing about today’s trend in throwback barbershops, and the renewed interest in men’s grooming—which I covered in D Magazine’s October issue—is that not even 15 years ago, men who used face cleanser instead of a Zest soap bar and admitted to having a daily cardio regimen were such an aberration, they earned their own term, “metrosexual,” a whole other classification to separate them from those who didn’t care about fine lines or ab definition.
Since there’s no better way explore our past lives than a search through the D Magazine archives, I dug up this gem, found below, a feature on the “most metrosexual men that Dallas has to offer.” While the concept itself is pretty ridiculous, it was made all the better by Laura Kostelny, who I might say—if I wasn’t within spitting distance of Tim and Zac—was the funniest writer on staff in her day (she’s now at a well-known knee-slapper of a publication called Country Living). I highly recommend squinting and giving her prose a good read, or clicking here to read the ancient online version.
Because I couldn’t help but notice that none of the men here were what I, personally, would consider extremelysexy, I contacted Laura to see if she remembered anything about this feature. She wrote back: “Well, I will say, more loving formatting and better photography would probably help the gentlemen and the story itself. Honestly, I don’t remember much about the piece. I was a freelancer at the time—so it was maybe my third assignment? I know I was given a list of folks. (I actually went on to do a piece all about John Reoch.) If I recall, I was turned down a lot. Men didn’t love the term ‘metrosexual’ then. They probably don’t love it now.”
It’s no surprise men didn’t love the word, but fortunately, it went out of fashion along with “cyberspace.” And these days, guys, it’s all cool. No one’s going to laugh if you go sweater shopping or double-tap Instagram pics of trending haircuts. You do you. Just please don’t shave that beard.
Task Force Wants Robert E. Lee Statue in Museum. The mayor’s Task Force on Confederate Monuments said yesterday that the Lee statue should be moved to a museum from storage. It could be given as a gift or a long-term loan. The Cultural Affairs Commission and City Council will have to figure out the details.
Jury to Start Deliberations in Jason Lowe Murder Trial. Today a jury will begin to discuss the fate of 28-year-old Jason Lowe, the Richardson man charged with the murder of his girlfriend, Jessie Bardwell. He testified yesterday that he had sexted with a few other women while Jessie lay dead in his SUV for a week. He also said she died after falling in the shower. If convicted, Jason will face up to life in prison. His story sounds, at best, shaky.
Theaster Gates Wins Nasher Prize. The 44-year-old was awarded the third annual Nasher Prize for sculpture last night. His work couldn’t be more relevant.
Megashelter for Harvey Evacuees to Close. The downtown megashelter for Harvey evacuees at the Kay Bailey Hutchison Convention Center will close today. The remaining 200 evacuees there will move to a shelter at Oak Cliff’s Tommie M. Allen Recreation Center, the final Harvey shelter open in Dallas.
Dallas County Votes, Keeps Tax Rates the Same. Commissioners voted yesterday to keep tax rates the same for county government and Parkland Memorial Hospital, even though property values have been increasing. Their reasoning for not cutting county tax rates was to fund raises for employees and fill in a budget hole of $13 million.
DPD Headquarters to Get Security Overhaul. Yesterday the City Council approved $2 million to tighten security in the front lobby of DPD headquarters, as well as new protective gear for officers.
City Hall Decides Not to Ban Travel and Business with North Carolina. The City Council rejected a resolution that would’ve banned dealings with North Carolina’s businesses over LGBT laws that had required transgender people to use the bathroom according to their birth gender. Some council members were concerned such a resolution would affect business with Bank of America.
NFL Files Motion to Attempt to Get Zeke Off the Field. In an effort to enforce its six-game suspension of Cowboys running back Zeke Elliott, the NFL last night filed a motion for an emergency stay of the injunction that’s letting Zeke continue to play. The league asked U.S. District Judge Amos Mazzant (also the judge who issued the injunction) to issue a ruling by the end of today. If necessary, the NFL will go to the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of appeals tomorrow morning.
Mexican Drug Cartel Allegedly Back in Dallas. Yesterday, charges were announced against eight members of the violent Jalisco New Generation Cartel regarding a methamphetamine trafficking plot supposedly operating in Dallas and DeSoto. They were charged with conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute a controlled substance. The defendants used Dallas-area homes as meth labs throughout the past year.
Dallas Symphony Donating Concert Proceeds to Harvey Relief. Single-ticket sales from the symphony’s performances today and Sunday will go into a relief fund that’ll help people in Houston affected by the hurricane.
It’s North Texas Giving Day.Today‘s the day to support local nonprofits. Last year, a record-breaking $37 million was raised. This year’s giving is underway and ends at midnight.