The other day, and by that I mean today, the Odessa American started running a series on downtown Odessa, what it was, is and might one day be.
It’s a project that really grew out of the mind of city editor and fellow columnist Celinda Hawkins, who has her childhood and inherited family memory to draw on, but it’s funny because in my lifetime, downtown hasn’t been anything, and I hate the northeast sprawl more than most anyone I know.
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When Larry Neil White died at age 62, it hardly came as a surprise.
It was inevitable he would die, since birth at least. Since March, it was inevitable he would die without going to trial for the deaths of Abel Marquez, Arlie Jones Jr. and Scott Gardner, the three police officers he shot outside his home for no good reason anyone will ever be able to discern, or a jury of his peers will be able to evaluate.
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The other day I went to visit my parents’ home to say hello and pick up some mail that fails to migrate with me to new residences.
As I parked and walked up to the door, I went across their lawn and first thought they’d started laying down straw before I realized it was grass, or used to be.
“Wow,” I said when I got inside. “You’re sure taking this water-restriction thing serious, aren’t you?”
My dad said, “What water restrictions?”
(He didn’t really.)
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