Marfa. Marfa. Marfa! Our Lone Star State claims miles of groovy li’l mountains, hill country, sprawling fields, architecture and oceans blue (gray-brown-green-turquoise fusion. Fine.). For some time now, tourists have flocked in, er, flocks, to mystical Marfa and its notably out-of-place Prada. A drive, yeah, but with our own Sweet Tooth Hotel, Psychedelic Robot, Eye Scream Wasted, your selfies’ll blow up IG. (New York Times

Forewarning: Could Houston be to the U.S. economy what the “canary in the coal mine” was for tunnel excavators? (Texas Standard)

50 years searching for her biological parents: She lived 40 years here, remodeling, contracting, advocating for youth, to name a few enterprises. Dallas’ Monique Patricia Stone, in a bittersweet Thanksgiving Day finale, learned her birth parents had died but that she is a big sister. (Dallas Morning News)

Urine trouble, lady: Not only did this wedding photographer reportedly engage in carnal knowledge with a guest, she also peed on a tree and promised to see members of the bridal party dead before Christmas. (ABC Eyewitness)

MAN! Could we use a vacation, or what? Right? On a clearly unrelated note, Sun Country Airlines has added nonstop service between Palm Springs International and Dallas-Fort Worth. (Desert Sun)

City Council wrung hands Wednesday: Eventually deciding against using civil forfeiture funds — money seized from people suspected of but not necessarily convicted of wrongdoing — to pay for a police staffing study. The Mayor and Council intend to investigate whether the city should use those funds in the future. (DMN)

Jailhouse reuse scrapped: A developer planned to turn a former state jail facility into desperately needed shelter and transitional housing for homeless families. Then, there were … issues. (Dallas Morning News)

Scales can be depressing, but not the scales of justice.

A grand jury decides Monday whether to indict Amber Guyger: She’s the cop who walked into a black man’s home and shot him unprovoked, claiming she believed she was in her own similar apartment. She shed a bit of face water but was not arrested until three days later, after further discovery. (Fox 4)

Jeremy Meeks, 38, charged with murder: Police say he admitted to killing a recent graduate of the University of Texas at Dallas while burglarizing her apartment. He also attacked and seriously injured her roommate. (CBS DFW)

Scooters don’t hurt people: People riding e-scooters (frequently not following rules, etc.,) hurt people. And themselves. And this guy’s experience is one helluva reminder. A man riding a bike also was killed Saturday. (NBC DFW)

Welcome to DQ country

Dairy Queen’s delay resulted in the untimely demise of 70-plus ice-cream fiends. (We jest). Photo by Carol Toler

Sweet! Care to weigh in on your favorite Dallas pastry chef? It’s KIND-A a pie-in-the-sky deal! (Eater)

Yaaas, Queen: A new Dairy Queen just opened at Abrams and Skillman, next to Home Depot, but furnishings inside have been replaced and the brick façade revamped. Butterfinger Blizzard recipe, still intact, or The Purge gonna be real. (Lake Highlands Advocate)

Ah, Chef Tom Fleming: The gregarious, ambitious, talented family man with a calling (more like a screaming) that beckons the man toward culinary artistry, cuisine-cooking and a full life of perfect flavors and textures and sweetness … In both his profession and home life life. (LH Advocate) He’s opening a French Dip sandwich shop. (Escape HatchDallas)


— Converse with local arts leaders about LGBTQ+ equity in the arts. KERA’s Jerome Weeks will moderate the discussion including panelists Erica Felicella, artist; Olivia Grace Murphy, Flexible Grey Theatre Company; and Jerome Larez, Arttitude. Performances and met-n-greets too! (Details)

— That real-TV show plucker Scotty McCreery brings his “Seasons Change” Tour to House of Blues at 7:30. (Details)

—Light up Lakewood starts at 7. And, oh, cruuud. The holidays actually are in full force. It’s out of our control now. Good Luck. (Details)
—The Found Footage Festival at Texas Theatre is leaps funnier than it looks, and, straight-faced, say it doesn’t look hil-a-ri-ous. Can’t. (Details)