For years, Cleveland Turner was a fixture of Houston’s Third Ward, riding his bike every day, foraging for cast-off flowers, misfit toys, and other brightly colored urban detritus to decorate his home at 2305 Francis Street, the third location of the Flower Man House, his decades-long, ever-evolving masterpiece of African American yard-show art. But when Turner fell ill with stomach cancer in 2013, the house ailed as visibly as he did.
Are you ready?” asks Theresa Roemer, pointing toward the master bedroom. “I think the moment has come.”
These are anxious days in Houston. The locals, especially those who remember the bad old economic days, are edgy—a mood change that has come on about as quickly as, well, falling oil prices.
Anvil is the grande dame of the Houston cocktail scene. Indeed, it’s one of the most influential bars on the Gulf Coast, a veritable Ellis Island for talented bartenders who pass through its doors on their way to establishing their own cocktail programs around the country.
Air travel is hard. What with those pesky checked bag fees and all the tedious rules about how to pack liquids in carry-on bags, it’s easy to make a mistake and get stopped by airport security. Maybe you forgot your Swiss Army knife was still in your purse, or you accidentally left your corkscrew in your backpack—it happens to the best of us. All we can do is apologize profusely, allow the TSA agents to confiscate our contraband items, and move on with our travels.
Sometimes, however, people leave for the airport in such a hurry, they apparently forget to check their bags for things like, oh, loaded guns or throwing stars. Last year was a banner year for such forgetfulness.
The relationship between police and the people they’re tasked with protecting and serving is strained everywhere right now, after grand juries failed to indict the policemen who caused the deaths of Michael Brown in Missouri and Eric Garner in New York, and an officer shot and killed 12-year-old Tamir Rice moments after arriving on scene. The amount of attention being paid to the interactions between officers who use force on people suspected of crimes seems to have reached a new height.
In that climate it is unsurprising that two Texas stories went viral nationally over the weekend.
Bill Hicks’ name has been in the news recently for very weird and dumb reasons, despite the fact that the comedian died twenty years ago. In his lifetime, he wasn’t particularly famous—he made occasional appearances on late-night television, but the sort of big-time success that household-name comics achieved in the early 90’s eluded him until his death, in 1994, of pancreatic cancer. (Denis Leary, whose most successful routines from that period sound an awful lot like more obscure routines that Hicks did years earlier, managed to find it, though.)
In recent years, there have been many questions concerning the Astrodome. Those questions have ranged from “what else could you do with the iconic building” to “should they just blow it up” to “wouldn’t it be better if it were tiny?” And now, we can add a new one to the list. Namely: “Why is it so dirty?”
Whatever the future holds for the Astrodome, as of this December, it at least won’t be covered in grime for a while. According to the Houston Chronicle, the building is in for “a serious power-washing” starting in December and running through January:
Real estate in Texas—like a lot of economic indicators in Texas—is booming. That’s especially true in the biggest cities. And the extent to which that boom is driven by foreign investment is growing, too. It’s a trend that’s been in place for a while across the United States, and the rate of growth in the past year has been staggering. As the Dallas Morning News reports: