Posts Tagged ‘Houston’

Justice With Attitude

February 4, 2009

The Chronicle reports today that Judge John Paul Barnich, the first openly gay man to become a city court judge in Texas, has just passed away.  Having left Texas in 1984 and not moving back until 2002, I had never heard of Barnich.  He sounds like a tremendous guy:

Barnich, friends and associates recalled Tuesday, was an empathetic man with a wry sense of humor. Increasingly hobbled by his illness, Barnich sometimes admitted to friends, “Well, I guess my days of dancing with the Bolshoi are over.”

“He was a round, jolly-looking fellow with long white hair and beard,” Kirkland said. “Occasionally he would look at defendants from the bench and say, ‘Who do you think I am, Santa Claus?’ ” Defendants invariably would be taken aback because of the resemblance, Kirkland said.

When questioned during a City Council hearing to confirm his appointment about how a gay judge would differ from a heterosexual judge, he responded that he would upgrade the courtroom’s sound system in order to play show tunes. On the occasion of his pet iguana’s fifth birthday, he gave the reptile a party featuring a mariachi band, said his longtime friend Jennifer Rantz.

Barnich was also a past chairman of the board for AIDS Foundation Houston.

Feliz Navidad From Pancho Claus

December 24, 2008
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San Antonio's Pancho Claus

Today’s paper has the story, video, and images of Pancho Claus, the Tex-Mex incarnation of Santa Claus who visits us every year.  Unfortunately, the Chronicle’s video does not let me embed it here.  Watch the video, and don’t forget to check out the image gallery.

It’s a wonderful story, and it has a lot of nostalgia for me.  I remember every year after I grew up and moved away up North and then to California, Mom would tell me about seeing the River Parade on TV and Pancho Claus coming down the Paseo del Rio on the barge.  It was a holiday tradition.

Now back in Texas but in Houston instead, I find Pancho’s more contemporary incarnation: Instead of the genuine poncho, he sports a red zoot suit and arrives with eight low-riders in train.  After all, you can’t have reindeer running around a big city like this.

Milk and Moving Forward

November 24, 2008

The new bio-pic about Harvey Milk premiered a few weeks ago and opens in limited release this week.  Milk, of course, was our first openly gay elected official, the subject of books and profiles.  A gay hero and pathbreaker, he was assassinated along with Mayor  George Moscone thirty years ago in  the San Francisco City Hall where he served as supervisor.  Their killer, fellow Supervisor Dan White, was acquitted of murder charges but found guilty of manslaughter, serving five years of a seven-year sentence.  White later committed suicide.

Supervisor Dianne Feinstein, now a U.S. Senator, succeeeded Moscone as Mayor.  She was quoted in the New York Times yesterday by Maureen Dowd:

Dianne Feinstein is not sure she’ll ever be able to watch the movie “Milk,” even though she’s in it.

There is 1978 footage of a stricken Feinstein in the opening minutes of the new Gus Van Sant biopic of Harvey Milk, her colleague on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors and the first openly gay elected official in American history. (Sean Penn soars as Milk.)

“I was the one who found his body,” the California senator told me Friday, on route from the airport to her home in San Francisco. “To get a pulse, I put my finger in a bullet hole. It was a terrible, terrible time in the city’s history.”

Dowd’s piece continues with reflections on same-sex marriage and equality from Feinstein and from longtime gay activist Larry Kramer.  I rarely quote Dowd, because her ascerbic tone so seldom sits very well with me.  Dowd restrains herself here, allowing Kramer to take that voice.  It’s worth reading.

Here in Houston, we have two lesbians elected to city-wide office.  One, City Controller Annise Parker, is widely seen as a likely candidate for Mayor.  The other, At-Large Concilmember Sue Lovell, is a member of the Democratic National Committee.  Their sexual orientation is a feature, but not the overriding fact, of their public life.

Thirty years, and a world of difference.

Harvey Milk led the way.

Goodbye Dolly, We Hardly Knew You; Who’s Coming Next?

July 24, 2008

I’ve heard from a few friends and family asking about the Hurricane.  Nothing much happened here.  Dolly made landfall yesterday near Port Mansfield after crossing over South Padre Island.  That’s several hundred miles away from us up here just off Houston’s Beltway.

Although the rains and flooding in the Rio Grande area have been bad, we had only about 3/4″ of rain yesterday here in western Pearland, and maybe just over an inch today.  For the Houston area, that’s not even enough to tie up traffic, or at least not any more than usual.  By contrast, several times last spring heavy Spring rains flooded freeways and surface streets.  This year we’re in a drought, and the little bit of rain we’ve had is welcome.

We’re actually hoping for a couple more tropical storms in our neck of the woods this summer.  I can deal with a small hurricane, though no one wants anything big.  After the Rita evacuation mess in 2005, there is a sense that most folks in Houston will stay home if a hurricane comes, sensibly allowing a more orderly evacuation for people who live in coastal storm surge zones.

The one thing that most concerns me, when and if a hurricane comes, is what we’ll do if or when the power goes out.  Assuming we’re here at home, it will be deathly hot and humid.  With Freddie’s health and the menagerie, I’m not sure if we could hold out for a couple of days of that without air conditioning.  We have batteries for the flashlights and radio, we have oil lamps, we have a propane grill to cook our food, and we can store water.   But the heat…?  Without even a fan…?

Hmmm.  It should be manageable.  We sold our generator before we left Galveston, but maybe there’s some sort of solar panel or battery unit for running small appliance.  It’s got to better than sitting in a stalled-out car halfway in a traffic jam halfway between here and Waco.

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