Last Month, in a 9-2 vote, the San Antonio City Council authorized the eminent domain taking of a Texas watering hole called Moses Rose’s Hideout in order to facilitate the construction of a loading dock for the Alamo Visitor Center and Museum. The economic development project is part of a $500 million “restoration” that Texas Monthly calls “the Alamo’s New Battle Plan.”
I wanted to know what it was like to have a party at (what must feel like) the end of the world, so I went to Texas and spent a night in my best “going out” clothes with a Lone Star beer in my hand, getting to know the tavern owner Vince Cantu and his wife “Chooch.”
I was lucky enough to get to write about the experience in an essay for RealClear’s Books & Culture section (thanks to editor Alex Perez). I hope you’ll spend some time with it.
Now that that’s taken care of, there are some things that didn’t make it into the piece that have been pulling at my sleeve.
There are two histories: (1) the history everyone knows, (2) the history people create with their everyday lives (and only they know).
Political narratives are [forevermore] the enemy of the working man. That’s the most bipartisan thing there is.
The more vulnerable someone feels, the more likely they are to experience empathy for others.
Lone Star is not a good beer for drinking (but it’s not bad for lurking).
Take a look.
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I read an excellent piece in County Highway’s Issue 6, written by Farahn Morgan. Now I’m commenting on a Substack written by Farahn Morgan. Could there be two? Nah.
The casino piece in Cnty Hwy is finestkind. Your writing has a haunting quality. That’s what comes from bringing individuals to life. Whenever I walk through a casino, the players all look like zombies to me. But they’re not. They are cousins and uncles, husbands and wives, sons and daughters, moms and dads. Even the coldest heart could read one paragraph of your writing and know that. You’re all right Morgan.
And you’re right to worry about Bristol.
I’ll read a few more from your Stack if I can. Who knows, I might decide to pay thereafter.
Better than dropping it in a slot right?
Next time, ditch the Lone Star for some Shiner Bock!