With this issue we begin the final year of the Aughts, also known as the Two Thousands, the Zeros, the Naughts, the Ohs, the Oh-ohs, or, as seems recently to be the case, the Oh-nos. Before long we’ll be heading into the Tweens, trying to make sense of the bewildering decade behind us. When it began, on January 1, 2000, our most pressing fear was the Y2K bug (and after a few minutes, not even that). George W. Bush still answered to “Governor,” Barack Obama was an Illinois state senator with a one-year-old daughter and a memoir, and Osama bin Laden was an obscure lunatic shivering in a cave. There was no American Idol, no iPod, no Department of Homeland Security. Not only had the housing bubble not yet burst, it hadn’t even inflated.
Around here, the legendary Gregory Curtis was still editor of Texas Monthly, though his deputy, a fellow named Evan Smith, was preparing to inherit the job. Evan’s first issue as editor came eight months into the new millennium. On the cover were Lady Bird Johnson and her two daughters; inside was a piece on J. C. Penney’s cutting-edge Web site, a review of the new album from Denton alt-country band Slobberbone, and an admiring profile of Roger Clemens that pondered whether or not “the greatest pitcher ever to come out of Texas” was getting ready to retire.
Change is, obviously, a law of the universe. Not only is Lady Bird no longer with us, but Slobberbone is kaput and the Rocket