July 1988
Features
Attention, tightwads! Act now! Sits to nuts—the big bang for the little buck! Check out our super-savin’, dollar-bustin’ bible of buys! Everything must go! (Offer available in Texas only.)
Yes, it’s muddy, it’s treacherous, and it smells bad enough to gag a skunk; but it’s also the only thing between us and Oklahoma.
Deadlines came and deadlines went, and Bob Abboud still could not seal the deal to bail out First City. But with his ego and $1 billion plus on the line, he’d be damned if he’d back down first.
Move over, Trivial Pursuit. Out of the way, Pictionary. Texas’ very own domino game is making a comeback at the age of 101.
Columns
Dealing drugs along the border is a risky, illegal business—unless you happen to be one of the nine Texans licensed to sell peyote.
A battle over a vacant state Senate seat reveals that the scars from years of Democratic party infighting haven’t healed yet.
The only way to see Big Bend’s canyons is from the river, but that doesn’t mean you have to get wet, eat trail mix, or give up Bach.
Reporter
Miscellany
Go to junior college and see the world; the U.S. Supreme Court looks askance on Texas’ legal bills; a Hispanic political institution at the crossroads; does George Bush have coattails?

