...And your choice "Big D" has more than echoes of the 50s than any other decade. Using it drops you right squat in the middle of decade in which the shirts of downtown were both starched and stuffed. Dallas is one of those cities with too many residents of insufferable self-pretentiousness exceeding those in Atlanta, leading many visitors to label it a Pompousville.

I will admit that from being among the country's best governed cities during those halcyon days, it has descended into a pit of medicority that the old "Town Fathers" at Republic, FNB and Mercantile would have not allowed. Since being seized by the "Electric Cloth" suit and Crocagator boots set in the early 80s, good government has been replaced by misgovernment and recently no recognizable government at all (except occasional flashes of corruption). Surpassed in appeal by a laundry list of suburbs, Dallasites now have to look far uphill to see their neighbors, while Ft. Worth looms overhead, a veritable Mt. Everest in stature.

Maybe former HUD Secretary Alphonso Jackson, semi-disgraced and bit inflamed after being ridden out of Washington on a rail, will move back to join the power brokers and the soon-to-be-broke powerrs. Miz Laura sez she and George will be house hunting, soon as the Pope leaves and the wedding on Prairie Chapel Road is finished, but I reckon they'll fort up in Highland Park.