Last night I picked up The New York Times Magazine, which had been sitting on my kitchen table since Sunday. I planned on reading the cover piece on LBJ biographer Robert Caro, but instead stumbled across a more titillating Texas-related article on the upcoming movie “Bernie.” I had forgotten that my 1997 visit to Carthage deep in the piney woods of East Texas coincided with the discovery of Marjorie Nugent’s body in the deep freeze. Her house, quite grand for the neighborhood, was right up the street from my in-laws. I asked about the yellow crime scene tape and got one hell of a story. It was interesting enough to take my mind, at least temporarily, off my woes. So it’s back to that chapter of my book to add a bit of Texas lore.