Cafe Noir, a jazz quartet we stumbled upon in Dallas, plays sweet, haunting stuff. Hear it and you know you've heard something special.
Local rockers, of whom we heard more than our share at auto dealer convention receptions in Dallas, are something else. They screech and squeal from one "song" to another, evoking memories of even noisier cars, such as the one-liter, three-cylinder, three-door 1992 Daihatsu Charade SE hatchback I drove before heading down to Texas.
To say that the little car was awful is to do it a disservice. In the matters of fuel economy... Read More