So it is, I imagine, with the hundreds of neighborhood high school seniors graduating this month or next (a few of whom are profiled in this month’s issue).
When Jimmy Cox first moved to Dallas fifteen years ago, he says he went up to Chief’s Lock Shop and said: “I’ve got two shirts, three pairs of blue jeans, and I need a job.”
Putting head and heart into our spiritual practices should lead us to putting our hands to things as well.
What the Eustachio family has produced is a place that feels like and is home, both to their diners and to themselves.
“Pizza wines are fun, light-bodied, medium wines,” says Harris Polakoff of Pogo’s at Lovers Lane and Inwood.
The difficulty lies in the fact that, as usual, the city is strapped for cash for just about every need – short-term and long-term – it has.
“He’s the king of Woodrow Wilson High School,” says counselor Alison Glover of senior Horton.
The photojournalist, who began her career as a reporter for the Washington Post and New York Times, and has had work published in Life magazine and Time, has a rather serendipitous explanation for her current address.