Why I Love Kuby’s but Hate S.M.U.

Read MoreThis is the third and final article in a trilogy on my reminiscence of Dallas.
Read PART 1 here.
Read PART 2 here.

Read MoreThis is the third and final article in a trilogy on my reminiscence of Dallas.
Read PART 1 here.
Read PART 2 here.

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We can’t help but be shaped by the experiences of our youth and the events of our past.
Last week in the heart of one of America’s poshest zip codes, a consecrated bronze memorial to Robert E. Lee was chiseled from its sturdy granite foundation. Unencumbered, then it was chained to a giant crane and hoisted upwards into the bright blue Texas September sky. Next, the bulky wrath of ire was loaded onto a reinforced flatbed truck. Ultimately, the disruptive shrine and controversial symbol which instilled pride in some and to many others epitomized overt racism, discrimination, and hate was carted away to its final resting place somewhere outside the city, presumably never to return again.
Here’s the story of a neighborhood, a park, and a statue. It’s never too late to do the right thing.

Read MoreMy unplanned detour off Northwest Highway onto the oil-stained parking slick fronting Keller’s Drive-In prompted a most peculiar of culinary quandaries.
Namely — should I risk my life for a hamburger?

Read MoreDeep down, I do think most people are good people. I believe most people want to help others when they can. Despite our differences, I’m convinced that most people want to help their neighbors and fellow citizens in times of crisis — even those they do not know.