Bobby Morrow was America’s most celebrated Olympic athlete in 1956. Today he wishes he’d never left the starting blocks.
He changed the face of Texas by building warehouses that looked like office buildings. Then he built office buildings that looked like warehouses.
Sculptor Donald Judd had the vision. The Dia Art Foundation had the money. Now they’ve had it with each other.
Isn’t it great that in this big, cold world the Republican party and Dallas have found each other?
Turn off the TV. Go fishing. Here’s the inside story of what will happen at the convention, complete with Nancy Reagan’s tacky visit to a bowling alley.
How Texas became a two=party state in spite of the GOP.
Where to find a life-size statue of businessmen shaking hands, the best right-wing burgers, and other landmarks of Republican life.
No one will ever hold a political convention in Dallas, Scotland. And that’s only one of the things that make it great.
There’s a world of difference between an icehouse and a convenience store.
Jamboree, a new Joffrey ballet commissioned by the City of San Antonio, features prancing rhinestone cowboys and just plain silly choreography.
Nirvana in unofficial Dallas
At this year’s dismal San Antonio Festival, the English National Opera and the Texas productions were the only shows worth seeing.
Elyse Robins will sell you that gaudy bauble she’s wearing at dinner for only forty. Thousand, that is.
Ghostbusters is funny but flawed; Streets of Fire is not the place to spend a care-free afternoon; plus three films from abroad.
Mark White has finally earned high marks in lobbying the Legislature.
Is Texas shrinking? Are the Kimbell’s spirits sinking? Are Midland and Odessa really linking? Where are Houston’s sports fans drinking?