Of course, I knew it was audacious to say out loud that I was writing a book. What if the project fizzled or I never found a publisher? But barely a year after returning to UT to start a journalism/editing career, I was determined to give it a...
I wonder how many of my 4B classmates at Kiest Elementary School in Dallas in 1963 are still alive. And of those who are, do they remember SRA? The acronym stands for Science Research Associates. It was a pedagogically sound system of getting...
Along with Lynn Atherton, Ronnie Bardwell and one or two other male students from Bryan Adams High School, I attended numerous basketball games at SMU’s Moody Coliseum in the 1969, 1970 and 1971 seasons. Slightly less than half of them...
Any list of the real hotbeds of far-left college activism in the United States in the mid- and late 1960s would have to include the University of California, the University of Michigan, Ohio State University, the University of Wisconsin...
Football is big in Texas, I know. Probably too big, but what can we do? Since early in the 20th century, it has been integral to the state’s culture. Please permit me to wax nostalgic by thinking back to the team that represented my alma...
The greatest benefit of having a press-row seat at University of Texas basketball games in the 1996, 1997 and 1998 seasons was that I got an up-close view of how the game was played (by 10 athletes) and called (by 3 men in black-and-white...
I’m trying to think what I was doing in 1988. I was living on Lafayette Street in east Austin, working as a proofreader at G&S Typesetters, writing a weekly column for the American-Statesman and preparing to run my first marathon. It...
Rodney Elkins, Tony Sandow, David Twedell, Jeff Seacrest, Mickey Williamson, Sammy Ritter, David Posey, Jimmy Allen, Randy Patrick and Barry Payne were some of my male classmates in third and fourth grades at Edwin J. Kiest Elementary School...
[It’s a sad fact that my year-long effort to get Abner Haynes into the College Football Hall of Fame and my even longer drive to convince the French to put Jikji on a Seoul-bound airplane ended—unsuccessfully—within a couple...
Given that both of my parents are deceased, I have no way of learning more about the earliest part of my life. A pediatrician apparently thought I might have polio or another debilitating disease of the lower extremities, and so the decision...
More than 40 years after the demise of the American Basketball Association, you can still color me red, white and blue—as in the league’s rather garish ball. During my junior year of high school, I considered myself lucky to...
In one respect, I am unqualified to write this piece since I am 7,000 miles from the scene and have been living the expat life for almost a decade. Nevertheless, I am a graduate of the University of Texas, wrote three books on Longhorn sports...
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