Dallas, TX
Dallas is home, now and seemingly forever. Off-and-on host to yours truly since moving here during the dreaded summer of 1981, relocating here from snowy Chicago was a giant culture shock, not to mention a great impetus to purchase T-shirts to replace my heavy winter jacket. I lived in Dallas proper from 1981-1989, bounced around nearby cities for a number of years, then came back to town for good 2001.
When I was younger, I found it to appreciate Dallas and was quite embarrassed to call it my hometown. Instead of accenting its positivies, I chose instead to focus on negatives such as never-ending segregation, decaying infrastructure, and the spectre of JFK’s ghost that still casts a shadow to this day. Nowadays, I am proud of my citizenship and live for the days when I can escape to the White Rock Lake jogging trail and sneak away to some of the great museums downtown.
Some stories set in Dallas, TX include: