James Baker

A moon, full or not, hanging over the vast open farmland of the Texas coastal plain, always brings to my mind the popular waltz written by the Dujka Brothers, singing of the Moon Over Moravia. These are not the Dujka Brothers of Czechoslovakia, nor are they singing of those historical Czech lands in the east of the Czech Republic. No, these Dujka Brothers are born and bred in Texas, and their Moravia is the small town nestled in the rolling prairies between Schulenburg and Hallettsville.

Jack Morgan

There’s something significant going on downtown, and it’s scale is quite impressive. I heard about it from a friend, and drove down to inspect what was going on. At a noisy place, where I-10 meets I-35, right behind the Christopher Columbus Italian-American Society, there’s a very unremarkable urban parking lot. In that lot three young men pour skin-colored paint into big, hand-pump paint cans. Then they begin spraying the paint onto the asphalt.

“My name is Jorge Rodriguez-Gerada.”

Rodriguez-Gerada is the world renowned artist behind this project. 

A Gift Of Art From Two Philanthropic Giants

Mar 27, 2015
James Baker

As I walked out of San Antonio's McNay Museum of Art this morning, after a wonderful interview with Linda Hardberger, I felt as though I were swimming upstream against an unstoppable current of children. They were there to tour the McNay's current exhibition of pieces from the Tobin Collection of Theatre Arts. I had only moments earlier been speaking to Mrs.

Phil Gramm

Senate education leaders heard both sides of an argument to bring a private school voucher-system to the state on Thursday. Some of that testimony included hearing former U.S. Sen. Phil Gramm, who spoke out very strongly in favor of the bill.

Gramm has been a longtime advocate for private school vouchers. He was invited to speak in front of the Senate’s Education Committee on New Braunfels Republican Sen. Donna Campbell’s bill.

‘I Was Chained To A Bed Spread-Eagle And Blindfolded’

Mar 27, 2015
U.S. Army / via Wikimedia Commons

In the beginning of my captivity, after my first two escape attempts, for about three months I was chained to a bed spread-eagle and blindfolded. The blindfold was only taken off a few times a day to allow me to eat and use the latrine.

... Because of the constant heat and sweat my body where it was in contact with the bed would become sore and raw, burning from the sweat and pressure. ... my eyes where always burning and aching. Around my ankles where the chains where, I developed open wounds that looked like the STAPH infection I had had earlier that year. The infection also appeared on my forehead and side of head ... my body started a steady decline in constant internal sickness that would last through the final year.