By Chris Lane
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In other words, if you like what Lanier and Duddlesten did with the RTC program, and if you were impressed with the convention center hotel sting, you're gonna love what they've got in mind for new sports facilities in Houston. There's a Woodward and Bernstein story just waiting to be written about that fiasco.
Regarding "Dead on the Street" [by Jim Simmon, June 12]:
1) I did not follow Ronnie Tucker for six blocks. I followed him for half a block. The misapprehension arose because Tucker knocked Vidal Ramirez down some blocks away. When Ramirez picked himself up, he followed Tucker at a safe distance while trying to get help. When I saw Ramirez and Tucker, they were half a block from Prairie and La Branch. Tucker was walking on the sidewalk with the briefcase, while Ramirez was walking down the middle of the street, waving his arms over his head in an effort to get help. Had your writer checked the facts, he might not have wondered about my "judicial temperament."
2) Tucker did not hit me in the face with the briefcase. I would have preferred that to what he did, which was to punch me in the face with his fists. When I stopped my car I was careful to keep it between me and Tucker. I alighted on the driver's side while he was on the passenger side. He slammed the briefcase on the hood in a rage and bounded around the car in an instant to attack me.
3) Ramirez is not a lawyer but a banker. He had just closed on a house.
I am the only person during Ramirez's journey down the street who stopped to inquire what was amiss while Ramirez signaled for help. I am the fourth known person Tucker attacked that morning.
Judge, 248th Criminal Judicial District
Jim Simmon replies: As Werner Voigt knows, my efforts to "check the facts" included a request to interview the person most knowledgeable about the events immediately preceding Ronnie Tucker's death -- Werner Voigt himself. When Voigt responded to a message I left at his court, I explained to him precisely what I was doing: that I intended to write a story focusing more on Ronnie Tucker's life than on his death, but that I felt like I needed to talk with Voigt. He declined to discuss the incident with me, as is his right, although there is no legal or ethical stricture I am aware of that would have prevented him from doing so.
Unable to speak with the primary actors in the episode -- I was unsuccessful in my attempts to contact Vidal Ramirez Jr., and Ronnie Tucker was, of course, unavailable for comment -- I relied on the news release issued by HPD's public information office on the shooting and the accounts in the Chronicle of April 30 and May 1. The Chronicle, a not obscure publication, reported on April 30 that Voigt had driven six blocks the wrong way down La Branch in pursuit of a lawyer's briefcase, and even published a locator map of the street that characterized his action in a similar fashion. (If I mischaracterized the nature of Tucker's assault on the judge, that was due to my own befoggery.) Yet as Voigt acknowledged to me in a June 17 phone conversation subsequent to my receipt of his letter, he had never requested a clarification or correction by the Chronicle in the almost eight weeks since Tucker's death. It is true that had he consented to be interviewed by me, I, and perhaps others, might not have had occasion to "wonder" about his judicial temperament.
"Teddy Jack Eddie": A Pseudonym for Jimmy Raycraft?
Great, great article on the local rocker trying to make it ["Never Too Old to Rock and Roll," by Hobart Rowland, June 5]. For his next piece on local rock and roll history, could Mr. Rowland track down the guy who used to lead the Dishes (Jim something-or-other)? He played a mean guitar. My wildest memory (or is it a dream?) is his performance of the John Lennon/George Harrison guitar duel on "The End" (from Abbey Road), trading leads with himself. Another time he floored me by doing "I Am the Walrus" from Magical Mystery Tour at a Cody's show. I can't remember any band, local or national, ever tackling these tunes live.
His mixture of surf guitar, pop, modern rock, originals and on-stage humor (Remember the lava lamps? The constant grooming of a bald head?) is missed. I believe the bassist went on to manage the Fabulous Satellite Lounge and marriage to Miss Molly, and cheesy organist Barbara Donoho went on to some national touring band. But for me, that lead guitarist was the heart and soul of the band. Where is he? Why'd he give it up?