Posts Tagged Waco Tribune-Herald


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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Saluting My Writing Mentors After More Than Three Decades And 200 HOGS

Woot! We’re at 200 HOGS posts and counting. So I thought I’d mark this milestone by giving props to three mentors who either… a) taught me how to write or b) contributed to my delusion that I could write … depending on your perspective. Dr. Journalism Up first, Dr. Tom Shuford. Dr. Shuford was my […]

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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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Capt. Buttface and Stinky Green David

We previously told the a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. WAIT. Sorry. Wrong mental tape. THIS is the previous tale we told – Capt. Buttface and the Lake Waco Moon Cricket. And this is the sequel… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ People who make their living at boat docks […]

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Ain’t No First Amendment in Singapore, White Boy

After two years on the Waco Tribune-Herald, I needed OUT of Waco and INTO an adventure. So I fled the Heart of Texas and got a job with a brand new paper in Singapore, a dynamic nation-state that was big on business but not so much on freedom of the press. Hello, culture shock. The […]

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