How I miss reading Molly Ivin’s column!
Excerpt from Molly Ivin’s book You Got to Dance with Them What Brung You.
Heart attacks, grand juries, DWI’s, divorces–this isn’t a story, it’s a saga. Of course there is a different between [Bob] Bullock in his drinking days and Bullock today–he’s not quite a different person, but he sure is easier. He went off to “Whiskey School” in California in 1981. Six weeks later he returned to Austin in the middle of the night, sober and alone. Only one person came out to the airport to meet him–Ann Richards. He has never forgotten that kindness.
Just a couple of stories from the drinking years: One night Bullock and pal Nick Kralj (Bullock used to have any number of reprehensible friends) got bad drunk, went into the basement of Kralj’s nightclub, and proceeded to shoot roaches with pistols. They claimed it took great skill.
On another occasion, one of Bullock’s early wives kicked him out of the house, presumably for good cause. So he went to crash with his friend Carlton Carl, who was himself out drinking. Unable to get into Carl’s apartment, Bullock crawled into the backseat of Carl’s car, which was parked in an alley, got under a blanket, and passed out there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Carl’s car, just looked like it. When Bullock came to the next morning, he was being driven along I-35 by a total stranger who had no idea anyone was in the backseat. After pondering his options, Bullock sat up and said to the unsuspecting citizen, “Hi there, I’m Bob Bullock, your secretary of state.” Poor guy almost drove off the road.