Local TV news has as much to do with show biz as journalism. Unfortunately, most viewers take it seriously.

The best local news programs in Texas make big bucks for their stations, but so do the worst ones. Here’s how they stack up.

To wind up on top in the news business, it pays to start at the bottom.

Candy Montgomery thought her affair with Allan Gore was over, until she found herself fighting for her life against Allan’s wife.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, a gallery of folks who found the real thing.

Austin’s Roy Spence parlayed his success in Mark White’s campaign into a job selling Walter Mondale to the American people.

Ever since LBJ’s gold Rolex appeared next to his gall bladder scar in news photographs, Texans have been buying the pricey timepieces by the carload.

Edward Larrabee Barnes’ quietly elegant new Dallas Museum of Art is a delight for museumgoers and curators alike.

Five Texas artists are among those selected for “Paradise Lost/Paradise Regained”, this year’s American entry into the Venice Biennale.

The Alamo? I can’t remember what that was.

Dread is the main character in Silkwood; To Be or Not to Be can’t make up its mind; The Dresser is a fussy failure; The Man Who Loved Women doesn’t.

Someone had done in the Cowboys and I had to find the killer, but there were too many suspects.

Great expectations for oilmen; sartorial bargains for Brownsville; a medical controversy for Alpine; vexing questions for hunters; the ultimate who’s who for chickens.

You are what you eat.

Galveston as it is, dammit; and the Post as it will be, maybe.

Mark White’s campaign promises come back to haunt him; Arthur Temple gets rich(er) off Time Inc.; who got burned when the torch was passed at First City; a Pyhrric victory for the oil industry.

Breaking up is hard to do.