Archive for the Waco Category


Melon-thumper Police Flashlights and Waco

You wouldn’t think that asking for a flashlight bulb would freak people out. But last week, every time I took my battered police flashlight into a shop, the clerks would back away like they were about to be robbed. Fair enough, I guess.  This battered old flashlight speaks volumes about melon-thumping. I bought my Kel-Lite […]

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Me and J.R. Beer

  I never had the pleasure of meeting Larry Hagman. But I did have the privilege of breaking the national story about J.R. Beer. It was my one-and-only national scoop when I was a young reporter in Waco, Texas. My then brother-in-law’s lawyer was the “man behind the can”, or so I cleverly word-smithed 40 years […]

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Blood and Beer at Pat’s Idle Hour Lounge in Waco

Pat’s Idle Hour Lounge was a hole-in-the-wall Black bar just across from the Waco Tribune-Herald. The concrete floor was so filthy, your shoes made that sticking-and-unsticking sound as you walked. But every now and again, a covey of us lily white young reporters would scurry across Franklin Ave. into Pat’s for a couple of really […]

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Buttface & Me on Harleys

We were “over” Waco, Capt. Buttface and I. Well, actually, me more than Buttface. I hated Waco with a black passion. Buttface was simply ready to move on. Our grand plan was to buy Harleys and travel across America in 1981 or 1982.

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30 Years Later — Remembering the Horrific Triple Murder at Lake Waco

WARNING – THIS IS A SERIOUS POST If I think about Waco for any amount of time, dark memories come flooding back, especially about the murder of three teenagers at Lake Waco. The first time I ever felt the presence of evil, I was snooping around Koehne Park, wondering if there really was a crime […]

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Capt. Buttface and Waco’s Pink House

Capt. Buttface lived in an old Pink House. It was owned by Mr. John Finn, who was not really a slumlord per se, but close enough for Waco, Texas. The Finn House was a two-story wooden affair, near enough to the county hospital that you could always hear the ambulance sirens. Most importantly, it was […]

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Waco Twinkies and Police Chief Porn

I really have no idea why the Waco police hated me. But it might have had something to do with a story I wrote. I found out that an idiot lieutenant was running a bank stakeout. And the more I found out, the more it seemed like Barney Fife was in charge. My editors were […]

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