An evening at Mack McCormick's house in Spring Branch always has the same structure, if vastly different forms. First things first: drinks. At 78, the widower is not getting around like he used to, so he asks his guest to fetch them. In his freezer there are Tupperware bottles filled with precisely measured cocktails of McCormick's own mixing — margaritas,... More >>>
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The King of Dowling Street: Sam "Lightnin'" Hopkins striding through his Third Ward domain. McCormick rediscovered Hopkins in the late '50s and intermittently managed his career later.