Bill McCurry

Bill McCurry was born in Fort Worth, Texas and now lives thirty-five miles away in Dallas. That short distance produces more divergence than one might think. If both cities were apples, Dallas would be sliced and resting on a bed of arugula and kale with some nice vinaigrette, while Fort Worth would be sitting in a bin at the Farmer’s Market behind a sign that reads, “These are good old apples. If you’re looking for kale, Dallas is over there.”


Bill earned an M.A. in Sociology from the University of Texas at Arlington, which sits halfway between Fort Worth and Dallas. Arlington would be apples juggled by a smiling but overworked clown. The most useful thing he learned at university is that nobody is under any obligation to teach us anything, including professors. Always be ready to teach yourself. Once he learned that, a lot of things made more sense.

People have paid Bill to do an odd variety of things, from construction to business operations to improvisational acting. He lives with his five cats, who are aspiring internet celebrities, and his lovely wife, a woman so keenly determined that she would always be able to kill him if it came to a knife fight.