More and more reasons to regard the paper with caution. Today, a tiny two- or three-graf story on the obits page reported the death of Kelly Fero. Kelly was a friend of mine and a beautiful writer. We both wrote a lot for Third Coast mag, a real writer's rag that published in Austin mostly in the 80s. Kelly was a funny guy with a gaudy history at a time and place when we all had gaudy histories. He had lived in Argentina and later gone to college in Mexico. Here's a profile of him that ran in the Austin paper in '08. Or you can Google him, as he's pretty thick on the Net today. Circumstance and the burdens of child support made him give up journalism and go over to D political work. His politics were left but good-natured and tinged with a sense of humor that saw the grins in everything. He had messed around with music, like about half the people in Austin in those days. He worked for Jim Mattox and Placedo's own John Sharp, among others. Kelly's the guy I mentioned some time back who'd hung around with Neal Cassady, aka Dean Moriarty, in Mexico, long after Cassady's the On the Road days and after the Ken Kesey bus trip. It's a sad thing that Kelly isn't in the world any longer. He was a good guy. He once wangled a job for me that I failed to take. Wish I had.
Then for more bad news from today's Vicad, from a front-page story on some jackleg preacher, contemplate this sentence: 'He preaches with a Hebrew prayer shawl in Spanish and English to a small congregation of fervid followers ...' What interests me is how did this Hebrew shawl learn Spanish? Probably forced into ESL classes. Pore ol' Vicad ... no writers, no editors, no future.