This is not a discussion Mike Modano wants to have. Later, maybe–a month from now or after the season is finished. But not now. He thinks it’s premature to talk about his MVP candidacy, and besides that these hockey types don’t go in for that sort of self-promotion. There’s an…
Mae Sai, Thailand, has little to recommend it to most foreign tourists. The small teeming town along the Burmese border at Thailand’s northernmost tip is built around an ugly main street and a nondescript river bridge. Much of the low-slung outpost is given over to a street market described in…
Hank Mishkoff tries hard to convince you he isn’t a chronic complainer–some high-minded crank who thrives on conflict and refuses to back down. But the 53-year-old Dallas computer consultant belies that characterization when he directs you to the string of gripe sites he’s created on the Web and the string…
A plan to allow Mesquite to operate soccer fields at Dallas’ troubled Samuell Farm (“Farm Teams,” February 6) appears to be rolling right along. We’d like to tell you more about what that plan entails, but it’s a secret. You, Dallas taxpayer, should just butt out and mind your own…
The Day the Sky FellColumbia’s final flight: Of everything I’ve seen, read or heard, nothing brought me to tears like this story (“Last Rites,” by Jim Schutze, February 6). You brought it down to such a human level…one that touched my heart in a way that CNN, local news, the…
Full Frontal likes to keep up with the times, which these days means stepping back in time–to an era when ‘fros were fresh, Vietnam was our current quagmire and the American Basketball Association was the grooviest game on hardwood. Since we can’t afford those 400-buck Wes Unseld jerseys LeBron James…
Bob Mong stood in front of several hundred journalists at the Hyatt Regency this past November to sell them his dream. Mong, editor of The Dallas Morning News, told his staff, “I want to speak to you today about our aspirations…as a newspaper.” He told them he’s in charge of…
5 things Bob Mong should do Use Associated Press stories: Readers do not read bylines except for those of columnists and sportswriters. Let the wire services cover the day-to-day national stories and use your staff for analysis, opinion and investigation. Assign three Sacred Cow beats: Put one investigator on Tom…
The lawsuit reads more like a lesson in black history than it does a class action in federal court. Its pleadings tell the sad tale of Andrew Jackson Hurdle, a 10-year-old slave who was torn from his family in 1855 and sold to a Texas cotton farmer who purchased him…
More than a week after another disappointing loss to the Sacramento Kings, the same odd mixture of feelings likely ties your gut in knots. The All Star break probably did little to assuage your fears, and yet there is hope. That strange dichotomy is the burden that both you and…
Hate Groups for Peace Deals with the devil: And here I was thinking I was one of only two or three who had questions about this peace coalition for many of the same reasons mentioned in Mark Donald’s “Get On the Bus” (February 6). Thank you, Mark. I have heard…
Say AnythingJust in time for Valentine’s Day, we received a book in the office titled Speaking of Sex: Funny, Wicked & Joyful Remarks About Almost Everybody’s Favorite Subject. It is a Bartlett’s-style book with quotes about love and sex, which aren’t always synonymous at Full Frontal’s crib. It is, perhaps,…
A Buzz reader wrote in to suggest that we make some comment on a Dallas Morning News report last week that the Sheriff’s Department somehow lost 50 keys that could be used to start about 180 cop cars. “Surely this deserves some commentary, preferably of a more flippant variety,” the…
It’s hard to know how to dress for the peace protest in Washington, D.C.: warm gloves, ski parka, sensible shoes, a gas mask. My wife has unwittingly packed some snacks into a Gap bag. I repackage them in a Whole Foods sack, unwilling to risk the ire of anti-globalization types…
Dallas park officials would probably prefer that you not read this article. You can’t really blame them, though. You might not be interested in publicity either if you were talking about replacing most of a pastoral Dallas park with 40 soccer fields and 1,600 parking spaces–all of it belonging to…
It’s a strange sight because, really, Raja Bell shouldn’t even be here. If he were someone else, someone not quite as lucky–if he were me–he would be across the Atlantic Ocean, shaking his head over a decision he made that proved rash. Instead, he’s walking around the practice court with…
Off the Hizzle I’m not a lucky man, know that right now. But after a hard night of drinking and gambling in Shreveport recently, I hit the f-ing jackpot. I was watching the Cowboys’ year-end special on KTVT when wideouts Rocket Ismail and Reggie Swinton started freestyling. Rapping, that is…
Following a large-scale tragedy, such as the disintegration of the space shuttle Columbia, media critics often dissect coverage of the event on television and in newspapers–something Buzz usually doesn’t do. For one thing, daily media outlets, both local and national, are usually at their best as such crises unfold, and…
Rusty’s Pity PartyGrow up and shut up: As a Houston-area resident, I was severely nauseated by Rusty Yates’ ongoing self-pity party (“Tracks of His Tears,” by Carlton Stowers, January 23). As his wife languishes in Harris County’s substandard corrections/mental health system, he futilely attempts to convince the world he is…
Sherri DuPree blows a bubble with her chewing gum, because that’s all she can do right now. The gear has already been loaded in from the trailer, and another group is onstage, running through its sound check. Her brother Weston kneels in the corner, tuning his drums, and her sisters,…
There, just beneath the topsoil on a vacant downtown lot where an outhouse once stood, Alex Troup found a trove of gloriously bawdy objects, most of them dating to the late 1800s. The first items that captured Troup’s imagination were the tiny, tubular-shaped glass vials. One had “Burnett’s Cocaine” stamped…
HOUSTON–At 6 o’clock on a clear Saturday morning, Mike Grant went to NASA’s Johnson Space Center to join Mission Control in the final welcome back for the returning space shuttle Columbia. The 19-year-old aeronautical engineering major at Purdue University–Neil Armstrong’s alma mater, he was quick to point out–has been working…
