Rudy V is a voice. Soft, warm, throaty, the cadence so deliberate and sensual, you’d think this man was born to tell bedtime stories. The naughty kind. When you hear that voice rolling over the airwaves, you envision a playboy. And if that is where your imagination takes you, you…
Bobby Wightman-Cervantes insists on explaining himself, purposefully slowing the rapid-fire patter of his New York twang to make himself understood. Yes, just two years ago, he ran for Dallas County district judge as the first openly gay Republican to seek that office. And yes, he is now running for the…
On the grass in front of the Dallas Independent School District headquarters last week, a small group of school support staff workers protested before an almost equally large gaggle of reporters, photographers, and TV cameramen. About 10 workers and their children, members of Local 100 of the Service Employees International…
By-buyout D magazine got at least this much right about columnist John Anders’ split from The Dallas Morning News: He left behind a high salary from the daily, and he’s moving with his wife, News columnist Helen Bryant, to Austin. The question, which D purports to answer in its March…
Some six months ago, the inmates confined inside the Carswell federal prison in south Fort Worth got a rare glimmer of hope when they were presented with a unique proposition: If an artist could come to the prison and teach them, they were asked, what type of artist-teacher would they…
Jailbreak Thanks to Mark Donald for letting me whip him up into an empathetic froth so he, too, came to the defense of my clients (“Gimme shelter,” February 10). The women from Yugoslavia in the Dallas County jail were released the same afternoon that his article was published in the…
Leavin’ on a jet plane Just a note to let you know that I have always looked forward to reading anything written by Christina Rees (“Cheers and tallyho,” February 17). I’m sure it comes as no surprise that the Dallas visual-art scene is in short supply of writers who inject…
It’s close to midnight at Baby Dolls Saloon, a popular topless club north of Love Field near Bachman Lake, and the place is electrified. Dancers in nothing but g-strings gyrate on elevated stages as young and middle-aged men ogle them from below and shell out a steady stream of dollar…
Tim Lott stood before a seething crowd of East Dallas homeowners and residents of the Roseland Homes public housing project, trying to show them the big picture. In one hand he held a diagram of the Dallas Housing Authority’s plan for a new and improved Roseland. In the other he…
Southwest Airlines, rated last month by Fortune magazine as the nation’s second-best place to work, may be less than gay-friendly. Both gay and straight employees of the Dallas-based airline were outraged in December when a vitriolic letter in the company pilots union newsletter blasted a corporate proposal to offer domestic-partner…
Mission improbable OK, class, here’s another Buzz pop quiz: Give us three words that best describe The Dallas Morning News’ editorial content without using a synonym for “boring.” Time’s up. The correct answer, according to the daily’s recent in-house editorial newsletter News news — kindly faxed to us from an…
“I don’t want my money back,” Alejandra says, closing her front door and locking it. The lock makes a metallic clank that echoes through this spare Dallas apartment adorned with framed prayers and family portraits. “I just want these people to stay away from me.” Alejandra has lived peaceably, but…
Just as rotten From what I can tell by this week’s article by Jim Schutze titled “To the rotten core” (February 3), the Dallas Observer brand of journalism is alive and well. Mr. Schutze’s “reporting” of my testimony in Mr. Lipscomb’s trial is totally inaccurate and a complete fabrication. I’m…
For Roosevelt Holiday, the “bat cave” reference was just a night-shift cop’s feeble attempt at humor. A 43-year-old Dallas police officer, Holiday used jokes to soothe the jumpy nerves of new recruits he once trained to patrol predominantly minority neighborhoods in southern Dallas. Often the trainees were white. Holiday is…
Fred Curchack is performing cunnilingus. In front of a live audience. Actually, DJ Pollochek, an obscure experimental theater artist, is going down on Serena, the veiled dancer at a sleazy subterranean strip joint called Club X. Both characters are being played by Curchack, a slightly less obscure experimental theater artist…
If it wasn’t for bad luck, as the song goes, Gerald Peters wouldn’t have no luck at all. The well-known art dealer with galleries in Dallas, Santa Fe, and New York City was recently forced to refund $5 million for a collection of Georgia O’Keeffe paintings he sold to Kansas…
In the venerated legal directory Martindale-Hubbell, North Dallas lawyer David A. Schiller appears to lead a flourishing practice. Even though the 36-year-old Louisiana native graduated from the South Texas College of Law just four and a half years ago, according to his directory entry, Schiller now operates his own shop…
Slip up Buzz was just a boy when the great Sears catalog penis scandal rocked the nation. Maybe you remember. A model for a pair of men’s boxer shorts had a vague shadow on his inner thigh that might have been the man’s dangling johnson peeking out — if you…
You would think the decision would have been a minor blip on the food-industry radar screen. After all, Plano-based Frito-Lay, the huge snack-food unit of PepsiCo Inc., uses just 1.2 billion pounds of corn, or about one quarter of 1 percent of total U.S. corn production, for its snack chips…
For the right Price Hooray! Finally, a local newspaper with enough gumption to call Al Lipscomb exactly what he is — a corrupt public official (“The plantation burns,” January 20). What is so discouraging about the whole stinking mess is that so many black leaders in this community failed to…
Brian Fridge doesn’t look like he’s about to become an art-world celebrity. With his shorn head, thick glasses, and stiff blue blazer, you’d swear he was just another museum security guard. Standing very still, his long-fingered hands clasped low in front of wrinkled khakis, he casts a faraway gaze over…
The scripture inscribed on his stationery offers some indication of just how sacredly immigration attorney John Wheat Gibson takes his calling: Cursed is the man who withholds justice from the alien, the fatherless, or the widow. — Deuteronomy 27:19 It also should have been Immigration and Naturalization Service District Director…
