Dallasite of the Week: Bill Johnson

Probably only to me, and maybe the folks who come to Mr. Johnson for “hair design,” as his business card says. Last week I lost my driver’s license thanks to a combination of bustling traffic on McKinney, my refusal to carry an actual wallet, and my lifelong ability to throw a jinx on any situation. Bill Johnson found the aforementioned ID and, instead of assuming my identity and kicking my already feeble credit rating in the gut, mailed it back to me. This post is firmly in the land of navel-gazing, but I thought Bill deserved a shout out. So there it is. Good on ya, sir.