The Trip to Paradise
Small Texas towns live either in our memory or in our imagination. The ones with the storybook names live in both.
Small Texas towns live either in our memory or in our imagination. The ones with the storybook names live in both.
A ground war at the Dallas–Fort Worth Airport is turning innocent passengers into anxious bystanders.
Seven outstanding young Texas design students translate their visions of fairy tales, Greek goddesses, and Catholic rituals into fashion statements.
By turning two tiny dots into two huge hippos, James Marshall made an indelible mark on children’s literature, and little people laughed happily ever after.
The blackland prairie of the old South meets the wide-open spaces of the wild West at Texas’ great geologic divide.
Halloween handouts for a savings and loan; why the Texaco-Pennzoil decision was predictable; bad news for judicial reform; UT and A&M head south; the King Ranch contemplates a road.
Methodist misadventures, political predicaments, utopian unrest.
A black and gamy Monday; Wick Allison as low-profile Buckley; heartthrobs Quaid and Swayze; fine food for feedlots; Augie’s Gringo Lingo.
In the Mesquite Kingdom, where the coyotes howl, the wind blows free at the MacArthur Academy of Freedom, an honest face gets you a phone and immigration throws mariachi parties.
Twenty years ago the Furry Freak Brothers, Dealer McDope, and Oat Willie were Austin’s underground heroes. A mild-mannered ex-hippie reveals how he lived the legend.
From the look on my doctor’s face, I knew the results of the biopsy. The lump in my breast was cancer.
The Houston Grand Opera was out to impress, with its new house and three ambitious productions in one week, but what it proved best was just how enjoyable this brand of theater can be.
Texas developers are snapping up land, putting together deals, and building like crazy—in Washington, D.C.
The World War I theory of law.
Dallas’ drive-in film critic Joe Bob Briggs made us laugh at bad movies. When we became the butt of the joke, it wasn’t funny anymore.
An exhibit at Fort Worth’s Amon Carter Museum contends that before the cowboy became America’s hero, Indians and mountain men were the icons of a vanishing frontier.
The parents of a confessed killer went to jail rather than testify against their son. Now the murder conviction has been reversed, and the family of the deceased must endure renewed anguish.
Never mind the million (no lie!) other houses for sale in Texas. If you follow our advice, yours will be the first to sell.
Autumn is the time when true school spirit blooms.
Before the Dallas newspaper war, the Herald was full of character—or was it characters?
When newspaper entrepreneur William Dean Singleton bought the ailing ‘Dallas Times Herald,’ people thought he was crazy. When he bought the ‘Houston Post,’ they were sure of it.
For team ropers on the All-Girl circuit, the true reward is the happiness of pursuit.
Call them what you will. We call them the living, breathing spirit of the Western woman. A working definition, you might say.
Yankees discover a Texas bumper sticker they like; UT and A&M get tough; Saudi Arabia’s crude tactics; an acid test for Dukakis.
San Antonio put a full-court press on basketball superstar David Robinson in hopes that he wouldn’t forget the Alamo City.
Cisneros in the public eye; cowboys in Washington; school boards all over Texas.
Onward through the fall at SMU; home on the fringe with Rob Paul; good news from the catalog jungle; a taste of Longhorn.
Some like it hot; those who eat the national pepper of Texas like it hotter.
In search of elusive Central Texas: along the Cold Beer trail, inside Killeen’s soldier shops, through the hills of Toy Texas, deep within a nameless cave.
Bert Turner of Brady wasn’t mortified to change jobs at 78.
An agnostic parent is forced to face one of life’s biggest questions.
Houston discount whiz Elias Zinn sees nothing nutty in his big-bucks bid to take over raving high-tech retailer Crazy Eddie.
Takeovers and green bananas.
Turn off the AC, stop pretending you’re a reptile, welcome the whooping cranes back. It’s fall!
Never say Kant, Socrates it to ’em, and other collected wisdom from Texas’ Friday-night philosophers.
The Hollywood epics have left Texas, to be replaced by miniatures like ‘Nadine.’
Las Colinas was supposed to be Can-Do City. So why couldn’t it?
These are only aliases. Their real names are Mattox, Mauro, Richards, and Hightower. And they may be leading the Democratic party to its apocalypse.
We have seen the future of Dallas nightlife, and it is called Dallas Alley.
Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when dude ranch decor reigned supreme in the family room.
Three recent scandals in the Methodist church are forcing it to do some serious soul-searching.
The bishop denied until the end that he got AIDS from homosexual contact. But the furor that resulted from his death has opened the door on his life as a gay man.
What’s black and white and kenaf all over? EDS finds gold in California politics; Texas banks show no mercy for S&Ls; the Fort Worth City Council feels neglected
What sport requires cunning, stamina, skill, and a fondess for sloshing aroound in the muck? Why, fishing for reds off the coast of Texas, of course.
Taxing circumstances in a family, some cities, and the state.
Cities in search of salvation; the new White House (as in Mark); the art of double-Daryled potshots; chile time in El Paso; chile relleno time in Houston.
Across pastoral northeast Texas, where Baptists debate the niceties of immersion, truckers and hookers turn the airwaves blue, and bass have their private lives laid bare by electronic snooping.
An all-night deejay takes his listeners on a long night’s journey into day.
Where there’s smoke, there’s chef Robert McGrath’s smokebox that works wonders on Southwestern dishes.
The perfect city revisited.