Through the eyes of novelist Jim Thompson, Fort Worth in the twenties seemed appropriately noir.
For every one hundred people diagnosed with cancer of the tonsil, fewer than nine survive. I hope I’m one of them.
In the mid-seventies my girlfriend was strangled by a serial killer. I eventually got on with my life, but I nver could have imagined the toll it would take.
Another piece of Texas history was razed in mid-January when bulldozers unceremoniously demolished the prison rodeo arena in Huntsville, but the memory of the event rides on.