Me and My Truck
When is a truck more than a truck?
When is a truck more than a truck?
The roar of the grease, the smell of the corny dog.
Sure you are. And we’re the Knights of the Round Table.
Issues and Questions.
How to keep your complexion from getting skinned alive.
Why Houston should read it and weep.
Domestic bliss has seen better days than it sees in Shelby Hearon’s new novel.
Luster’s last stand.
Glenn Gould and Peter Serkin have always beenn far-out, but new recordings suggest a certain mellowing.
Why you shouldn’t lose any sleep over your congressman’s nocturnal habits.
Western swing will never die, and Bob Wills’ Texas Playboys will never retire.
Your doctor’s got some new ways of getting under your skin.
Bingo Long is a baseball movie even a non-fan can love.
From alpha to omega, you can’t tell the sorority girls apart without a scorecard.
Especially for sorority sisters.
. . .but back home? Never.
Can Texas Democrats find happiness? In New York, maybe—
If the boot fits, wear it.
A great photographer looks at plain people caught in the hard times of another Texas.
Two self-styled Texas soldiers of fortune engineered one of the more bizarre jailbreaks in history. Here’s how it happened.
How do you know when an artichoke has come of age?
Getting a head.
There are five private banks left in Texas. Why?
Why the best years of our lives weren’t.
Even in the barren wilderness of West Texas there are a few places where you can feel at home on the range.
Some recommendations on what to do, see, and buy this month.
Bringing Them All Back HomeAs one with more than a casual interest in the refugee program in Southeast Texas,I read “The Newest Americans” by Gene Lyons [TM, June 1976] with a great deal of anticipation. Mr. Lyons seems to have a particular empathy with the Vietnamese
PEOPLEThe red-hot rumor, blazing from mouth to mouth in Dallas recently, had longtime radio programming genius Gordon McLendon raising $2 million for a group of Dallas investors to buy WRR-AM, the city-owned, all-news station that’s up for sale. Not so, says son Bart McLendon, manager of McLendonowned KNUZ-FM in Dallas.
“Buy now, play later,” says the Dallas Theater Center.
If you thought this summer’s film lineup looked promising, pinch yourself. "The Big Bus" and "Logan's Run," are anything but a reviewer's dream.
Did you know there’s more difference between Fudgsicles and Popsicles than the taste? The taxman does.
American ingenuity has produced the telephone, the airplane, and now the breast pillow.
This politician controls the purse strings of the richest city in Texas. And he’s ready for bigger things.
Nashville inspired Willie Nelson—to leave.
That’s what country music is, and that’s why it plays in Peoria.
A tale of white sails, blue water, and how they turn refined men into barbarians.
The Lord giveth the beach and the developer taketh away.
Tipping is a game of give and take. If all goes well, both waiter and diner do a lot of both.
Poetry in motion.
Introducing the perfect pickle.
Your next home movies may not win any Academy Awards, but at least they don’t have to be rated ZZZZzzzz.
When Dad Joiner signed away all his oil leases to H.L. Hunt, all the cards weren’t on the table. Some were still underground.
Some days it seems like the complaints about restaurant reviews will never stop: “My family and I drove all the way from * * * on the strength of your good ole Anonymous and, like him, we received no special services—all to the tune of $35.15 for four of us.
Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein's latest book "The Final Days" is just too much hocus-pocus.
The great Canadian railway bizarre.
The great Canadian railway bizarre.