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I moved to Dallas from Chicago in my mid-twenties. Dallas had a small, but significant art scene, lots of live music, a superb symphony, and some theatre, but they were not the mainstays which they were in Chicago. I learned a great trick from a musician, Ethan, whom I dated in Dallas. We would go to the symphony and sit in the balcony while scoping out empty seats down front. At intermission, we...
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Julie and I picked up R.J. at the locker room after the Arkansas/SMU football game, and by golly, I stood my ground in my controversial yellow get-up. The three of us grabbed some dinner, and then set about the business of painting Dallas. We were all 21 years of age, but R.J. had forgotten his driver's license back in Fayetteville. His solution to this celebratory encumbrance was to tear out the...