By Jeff Balke
By Aaron Reiss
By Angelica Leicht
By Dianna Wray
By Aaron Reiss
By Camilo Smith
By Craig Malisow
By Jeff Balke
As a freelance reviewer for the Houston Press, Mike Smith listens to a lot of music. Unfortunately for him, much of his listening is done while he's on hold for the Harris County Toll Road Authority's customer service phone line.
Not only does the music selection get a thumbs-down (it's "sappy"), so does HCTRA.
For two years, Smith has been getting notices that he owes the authority money for illegally driving through the EZ Pass lane. As proof, the authority includes automated camera photos of a 2002 Ford Mustang speeding past the toll booth.
The only trouble is, Smith drives a Ford Explorer. Which doesn't look a whole lot like a Mustang.
And so he goes on hold and gets more demand letters in the mail. "What pisses me off is this kind of threatening legal language toward me when I've already had 20 to 30 of these dismissed for incorrect identification," he says.
HCTRA spokeswoman Patricia Freise is perplexed. "This has been a first for us," she says. There must be two vehicles registered in the DPS database with that same license plate, she says. "How in the world that happened, I have no clue."
It turns out there are not two such license plates in the DPS database, although there is a 2002 Mustang listed whose license plate is identical to Smith's except it includes an N where Smith's has an M.
The agency's computer system reads and enhances the license plate photos -- a HCTRA worker suggested to him that it could be misreading his number.
To which Smith replied: "It could be that this guy is out running the tollway and has taken a piece of black tape and made his N an M." (Said the HCTRA worker: "I never thought of that.")
A lot of people have suggested Smith simply get a new license plate. (A lot of sane people.) But that's not his style.
"I'm like, 'I'm not going to go and stand in line and pay the money to get a new license plate. You're crazy,' " he says.
Hey, it's just a thought. In the meantime, enjoy that on-hold music.
What'd I Say?
"I think sometimes when they view it and break it down," Pinkett analyzed, "it's similar to the way they broke down the Rodney King beating. You know, when you look at it in parts it doesn't look like they beat him up so bad. But when you see it real fast, he got his butt beat. So, uh, the totality, I guess, of the event is what, uh, is what they look at."
A stunned Albert and Esiason had trouble believing what they had heard. Esiason couldn't stop laughing, and Albert asked, "Was that a Saturday Night Live satirical sideline moment?"
Pinkett couldn't be reached, but he later apologized through USA Today: "My only comment is really no comment, beside the fact it was a poor analogy," he said.
As poor as the 9/11 attacks, Pinkett somehow managed not to say.
Wait a Little Longer
Drivers slowly prowl through an utterly packed parking lot, waiting eagerly to pounce on anyone leaving. Cars are illegally abandoned on the median and in any available space by those who couldn't wait any longer, eager to get inside and get in a line to wait for 45 minutes.
Are these people desperately trying to get tickets to some hot concert? Nah. They're just trying to vote.
All during the week of October 18, early voting at the West Gray Multi-Service Center has been a frustrating mess for people hoping to dash in and quickly take care of their civic duty.
"There were waits of 45 minutes the first two days, and you don't usually see that until the last two days," he says.
What does this mean for the election? Hard to say. "The people who tend to vote at that location are a perfect blend of [Republican] River Oaks and [Democratic] Montrose," he says.
The office can't add any more machines, and the hours they're allowed to stay open are set by statute. So unless the first few days were simply an onrush of people who couldn't wait to vote for or against someone, you'd be better off finding another location.
Or bringing a book.
Halloween is nigh, and where better to take the kiddies than a strip club?
That's the thought process among the folks at La Bare, which bills itself as "America's Number One Ladies Club." They're having a costume show for kids.