My First Murder
In the summer of 1974, I was sixteen years old, living with my family in the North Texas city of Wichita Falls. I was a straight arrow of a kid: an Eagle Scout, a member of my high school’s debate t...
You Had Us at “Cheeseburger Fried Rice”
You know a diner when you see one. Inviting booths and counter stools. A menu starring comfort food’s greatest hits. Friendly(ish), fast service. A clientele made up of brooding teenagers, older cou...