Antone's To Close

This is terrible news:

In a world of Subways and Blimpies, one Houston sandwich shop has held its own, but not for much longer. Sadly we’re hearing Antone’s Import Company in the 800 block of Taft and 8100 block of Kirby the will serve up its last sandwich New Year’s Eve.

Loyal customers received the news Tuesday. The Houston eatery has been in the midst of a family legal spat over the rights to the popular sandwich chain following the death of Mrs. Antone last spring.

Besides indulging in one last po’boy, patrons can buy furniture, old familiar knick-knacks and other merchandise.

The Original Antone’s Import Company opened in 1962 when the late Jalal Antone opened his first grocery store and began making sandwiches. The chain sells more than 100,000 sandwiches every month.

Only the family owned locations on Taft and Kirby will close Wednesday. You’ll still be able to buy Antone’s po’boys at certain convenience stores.

The beauty of Antone’s was the stores. Buying a sandwich at a Stop-n-Go is a piss-poor substitute.

Happy New Year

Happy New YearDon’t expect any posts here until tomorrow, as I’m getting ready to ring in the New Year.

It’s going to be a Mucky Duck evening, because the combination of food/music/locale just couldn’t be beaten.

It was a tough choice, though, with Bleu Edmonson and Randy Rogers playing at the Firehouse.

But the Firehouse is too far away, and this is no night to be driving (I can walk to the Duck).

Anyway, I hope you readers all have a festive time tonight, and a most excellent 2004. Be careful on the streets if you’re out and about — and if you’re boozing, don’t drive.

See ya on the other side. Thanks for making 2003 a fun blogging year.

Number Five!

There was another auto/train accident today.

That’s five auto/train accidents so far on the new rail line, and the thing doesn’t even officially open until Thursday.

Connelly’s right — stunts like this are a bargain.

Meanwhile, Metro’s plan to shut down its midtown trolley service and force its patrons onto rail (no matter the inconvenience) is being resisted by the trolley riders. I’ll be surprised if they prevail, because Metro’s resources are going to be stretched way too thin once the train boondoggle starts operating and its ridership falls below estimates.

World-Class Mess

The New York Times has picked up the story that nobody in Houston seems to know or care about — the impending 59/527 Spur shutdown (link from Rob Booth):

Jen Marie Rau should love it when work crews tear up the city’s streets and its spaghetti tangle of freeways, sending motorists into a dither: her family business, Key Maps, has been charting greater Houston’s highways and byways since 1957.

But Ms. Rau is helping lead a neighborhood coalition fuming over roadwork that will choke off a downtown spur and could funnel an additional 80,000 cars a day through historic Houston neighborhoods.
Work has been put off until after the Super Bowl here on Feb. 1, but then, she said, “all will be gridlock.”

True enough. The NY Times then goes on to take a (cheap) shot at the Bush Administration for its management of a provision in a highway bill that has nothing at all to do with this particular mess (because that’s what the NY Times does).

Callie has actually been following this issue for quite some time, and I’ve posted occasionally on it (most recently on TXDOT’s lies about the project).

And now, it’s made a national newspaper.

Still, I suspect quite a few motorists are going to be surprised (and angry) when they’re trying to get out of downtown, stuck on the residential bottlenecks in my neighborhood, wondering just who the hell is responsible for the mess:

Outside the immediate area, the reaction has been muted, at least so far. “We’re still convinced that a stunning number of people have no idea what’s coming,” said Robin A. Holzer of the West Alabama Quality of Life Coalition, which brought the lawsuit over the spur.

Bill White, to his credit, actually sounds more sensible than anyone in municipal government so far:

But relief for the protesters may yet come. Bill White, the mayor-elect, who won a runoff on Dec. 6, said he would review the road plans. “We want to build in two steps,” Mr. White said recently, “so we will not divert traffic through residential areas.”

Unfortunately, there’s just not much the new mayor can do. TXDOT is going to move on this project, and has effectively told the city to deal with it (hence the retarded reversible lanes city workers have nearly finished building on West Alabama). I’ll be impressed if Mr. White can get them to reconsider.

Connelly On A Roll

The Houston Press‘s Richard Connelly seems now to have been given the Hair Balls column in its entirety — which makes one who doesn’t understand the ways of corporate alternative media wonder why his old column was taken away — and he’s all wound up about the recent auto/train crashes on the light-rail line:

The casualty-free street violence gets a thumbs-up from professional stuntman Mark Anthony Chavarria, a Houstonian who’s done stunts in Walker, Texas Ranger and Pearl Harbor and who will be the Mexican soldier killing Billy Bob Thornton’s Davy Crockett if The Alamo ever gets released.

Trying to re-create Metro’s weekly Jerry Bruckheimer carnage would be expensive, he says. “Doing a stunt like that would take at least a week of prep time,” he says. “You probably wouldn’t want to have the train hit the actual car because of budget reasons — you’d cheat it by dragging a crunched car in front of the rail car.”

If you did it the no-holds-barred way of Houston’s drivers — having someone actually behind the wheel as the crash occurs — costs go up further. “If you got a guy in the car, basically you’d be asking him, ‘What’s it worth to you?’ He’d probably get $2,500 to $5,000 for it,” he says.

Elsewhere in the same column, Connelly describes Houston’s efforts to create a pedestrian-only entertainment zone downtown (it’s not working out so well) and he visits with a KKK member.

And here’s the beginning of a column on the Aeros:

On a recent Friday night — like most nights when the Houston Aeros play a home game — the new $235 million Toyota Center downtown can seem like the most expensive mausoleum ever built.

Ouch.

Dude’s on a roll this week. And more Connelly definitely makes for a better Houston Press.

On To The New

Alex has posted a review of Under The Table and Above The Sun, the big-label release from self-described Austin-via-Oregon “hick-rockers” Reckless Kelly.

He gives it a solid thumbs up, which doesn’t surprise me. It is a good effort, and the lyrics are definitely, as Alex writes, more “grown up” on this CD than the earlier ones.

I put the thing on the old stereo for a listen tonight, because I really haven’t listened to it much since I bought it shortly after the release.

Absence must make the heart grow fonder. I liked it then, but I like it better now.

Maybe I’m finally getting over the fact that Casey Pollock and Chris Schelske are long gone, and the band isn’t ever going to sound like they did on their first two CDs and at so many shows.

That’s been hard for me. I loved the BAND on those two CDs. Not so much for the lyrics, but for the music. The lyrics were good in those early efforts, of course, but Alex is right in saying that Willy Braun just writes more mature stuff now. But the music back then — wow. That sound defined what alt-country (no Texas abbreviation, just alt-country) should be — Casey wailing on the guitar in Son Volt fashion (listen sometime to the guitar riffs in RK’s “It’s All Over” and Son Volt’s “Live Free”), Cody and Willy harmonizing like only brothers can, with a little help on the high notes from Schelske, Cody blending in that sweet fiddle (and a mandolin sometimes), Schelske and Nazz laying down the rhythm. THAT was a sound unique to the Texas scene, and comparable to some of the really good stuff going on in the bigger alt-country scene (I think).

The sound now is… different, but not completely, if that makes any sense. There’s still harmony from Cody and Willy. But there’s a lot more Willy solo (again, not a bad thing, he’s got a more seasoned voice now, from years on the road), and no three-part harmony anymore (the old sound). There’s no Casey, although Bartlesville’s very own David Abeyta brings a great sound of his own (again, different). And the writing is probably a little better.

If I had never heard that band in its early days, I would call the current iteration one of the best things going in this state. Hell, I do that anyway.

But there are some days when I’m a bad music fan, and instead of appreciating the present, I wonder just where the band would be if the old crew had stuck together, and had gone further down the Millican path. I think it would have been really interesting. I should stress that I don’t mean that to reflect one way or the other on what they’re doing now.

It’s perhaps telling that my two favorite songs on this CD are probably “Everybody” and “Mersey Beat.” “Everybody” is a simple little song, but very interesting musically, with a lap steel and a Greek bouzouki making for a sound that’s very different from Millican. “Mersey Beat” was co-written by long-departed bass player Chris Schelske, sounded great when they played it live when he was still with the band, and still sounds great on the CD even absent his distinctive backing vocals.

They’ve gotten out the last of the old, and are fully on to the new. So I guess it’s probably about time for me to do the same.

Not Andrea Harris… Noooo

It looks like she’s hanging ‘em up:

It occurs to me that I have better things to do.

That thought occurs to me from time to time.

This thing is a time sink, and so is Reductio.

But since about 1997 or so, my little stabs at web publishing have been a fun hobby. I’ve met some interesting people through it. And honestly, it’s not that big of a time sink (I’m largely just commenting on stuff I’ve either read for work or read out of intellectual curiosity anyway, and I’m a fast typist). About the biggest negative has been that I read tons of short-medium articles, but my book reading has declined — then again, that may just be a result of finally finishing the silly dissertation earlier this year and not wanting to do that kind of heavy reading for a while.

I think about the only reason (short of my, say, going to work for the CIA or some such) I would shut the things down would be if they stopped being fun hobbies. So far, that’s not the case.

But the thought does cross my mind every once in a while. It crossed my mind about an hour ago, actually. It didn’t last.

But that’s a story for later.

(01-01-2004 Update) Well, well, Ms. Harris tricked us. She has a fancy new blog located here. It’s powered by WordPress, software that is, functionally, quite a bit like Nucleus.

A Nets Bonanza

Not only did the Rockets blow three first-round draft picks for Eddie Griffin, but now the team to which they effectively traded those picks has signed the “troubled” forward (that’s what we call so many of the NBA’s young thug criminals, right?).

So, it’s effectively a four-pick bonanza for the Nets, courtesy of Carroll D and Rudy T.

Just a partial explanation of why our Rockets have been so underwhelming (we’ll leave Kelvin Cato’s huge contract for another time).

We Get Letters

Here’s some fan mail I got over Christmas:

I just read your article, Expanding the Boycott, and was not very happy to see that you dont appreciate Kenny Chesney, and plan to boycott him. Boycott him from what may i ask!?!? I understand everyone has an opinion, but you dont have anything nice to comment about, why say anything at all!?! I would appreciate if you wouldnt diss someone that you don’t know personally. What goes around comes around.

I think my interlocutor misunderstands the point of my weblog.

See, it’s all about dissing people I don’t know personally.

That’s the beauty of it!

And people who assault my ears while standing in swimming pools are perfectly legitimate targets.