I find myself sitting in a comfortably appointed office beneath the street. The couch is rich, Corinthian leather and I nuzzle the irony deeply.  The walls are a mannish maroon, possibly owing to Willy’s father’s alma mater status at Texas A&M.  The walls sport framed paintings of impressionist flowers that seem unobtrusive notwithstanding the fact … Continue reading as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex →