The Real Mean Green
Talk to coaches and team owners about AstroTurf and you’ll hear all its advantages. Talk to the players and you’ll hear a different story.
Talk to coaches and team owners about AstroTurf and you’ll hear all its advantages. Talk to the players and you’ll hear a different story.
“In the League, you’ll run into a little tradition, some noblesse oblige, and a lot of talk about diets, dyslexia, designer dresses, and divorce.”
You can always spot a smoker. He fiddles with matches, his shirt pocket bulges in a tiny rectangle, and fumes emerge from his mouth and nose. But what should we do about him?
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Ask your garbageman.
We’ve found them: nine of Mexico’s best colonial inns and lodges. All you have to do is make reservations.
If you want big, we’ve got big. If you want small, we’ve got that, too.
Heart warmers, house warmers, and nose warmers.
For the sake of the audience, it’s a question that needs to be asked. College productions of A Doll’s House show why actors go to school. Fort Worth has good actors and good producers—but not, alas, in the same theater.
A remembrance of the late Texas playwright who spent his days and nights pondering imponderables.
Al Neiman’s Fortnight the attractions varied between eccentric Americans and somnambulant British.
Will the feds hijack out power? Will Akers slip off to LSU?
Whose blonde, curly scalp are the farmers after how do the rich and powerful run? Why, pray tell, does Houston need parks?
New stars in sight are big and bright—deep in the heart of Texas.
Wee people.
Werner Herzog reverently remade the classic 1921 version of Nosferatu. He should have left scary enough alone.
With open arms—that is, mouths—Texas welcome a new breed of bakery.
A young Russian defector blows his chance to win the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition and goes on to find fame and fortune.
The difference between jogging with the Lord and just walking along behind.
If the eighties are here, where did the seventies go.
A.C. Greene’s singular, exquisite vision of West Texas; a thriller that’s better than it should be; and a historical novel with too much history.
Albert Giacometti’s sculptured figures, now at the Dallas Museum of Fine Art, are tall, emaciated, uncomprehending—and breathtaking.
Whether you have $2 to spend or $25,000, our Christmas gift selections show how to have a wonderfully indulgent holiday.
Behind the gleaming facades of many new apartment villages are the crumbling walls of next year’s urban blight.
Marathon canoe racing is the toughest sport in Texas. It’s tougher than bull riding, more grueling than pro football. The canoeists say that’s why it’s fun.
Why subject yourself to the dreariness of impersonal, prefab hotels when these country hostelries are just down the road?
The beat of a different strummer.
Some Texas funny people get serious about their jokes.
The Dalai Lama encounters Houston. He finds it good.
Texas Democrats run scared over Teddy; Arkansas bigwigs cry foul over gas lease; Mexican diplomats make waves over salt water.
A down-home journalist; the privileged pew; gas for a price.
The Recovery Room band is at home in Dallas and New York, too.
Copy cats.
Silence may be golden, but not to a stutterer.
Filmmakers flub: Schlesinger’s Yanks, Fellini’s Orchestra Rehearsal, and Jewison’s—And Justice for All.
There are two questions about John Connally: Is he good enough to be president? Is he too bad to be president?
Don’t both with séances or clairvoyants. There is a much better way to contact the shades of the past.
The leaders of Houston and Dallas symphony orchestras start off the season with two perplexing concert series.
Joining God’s army at Berachah Church in Houston; joining the fine families of Beaumont’s Trinity United Methodist.
A modest proposal for the eighties.
Institutional green walls and stuffy classrooms are not a part of Houston architect Eugene Aubry’s Awty School design.
What’s what and who’s who in Texas real estate.
Architect John Staub, the forgotten genius of River Oaks, transformed a few nondescript Houston streets into Millionaires’ Row.
Who turned off the melting pot? Vietnamese and Texans fight on the coast.
High-flyin’ and highfalutin.
ëTis the season for plays about the Viet Nam War. Louisiana’s Huey P. Long is captured (almost) by Texans.
Beneath certain Stetsons lies a crown.