STREET TALK

You can’t let it all hang out anymore. Under the city’s recently enacted sexually oriented business ordinance, strippers must now cover their rears a little more. Assistant City Attorney Don Postell says, with a laugh, “We’ve had a lot of calls from dancers and their seamstresses asking how much of the buttocks they have to cover.” Well, how much, Don? “About the same as one would at a public swimming pool,” he says. Not much difference, in other words. . .



A new electronic voice mailbox was installed in the City Council offices in June, and it brought some problems. “It’s too impersonal,” opined Diane Ragsdale Both she and Al Lipscomb demanded it be taken off their phones. “I had to send a fax down here yesterday,” complained Max Wells, “just to gel my assistant to call me…”



John Tidwell, the new general manager of Fair Park, on his career as a professional ball player: “When I started playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers- which shows you how old I am- 1 told the manager I wanted to play ball in the worst way. After my seven years with them, he told me that I had accomplished my goal.” That’s when Tidwell took his cue to get out…



Yo’, fool. Defending the right to drink in city parks (even though he’s a teetotaler), Al Lipscomb said. “You can give a fool water to drink, you can give a fool buttermilk to drink, and he’ll still act the fool in a park. A fool is a fool is a fool is a fool, regardless of what he drinks.” You could’ve fooled us…



Former City Council member and monorail advocate Max Goldblatt. advising new council member Glenn Box: “You’re not going to be so naive, sir, as to wait for DART to make up its own mind, because it’s not got a mind to make up. It’s got twenty-five different minds going off in twenty-five different directions…”