May 1986
Features
Everyone agreed it was time for greatness at UT. But after a nationwide search for a new president, the only man the regents could agree on was a campus insider who professed no great vision at all.
They’re the oldest foes and the biggest rivals. Now the contest has moved into the arena that really counts—the classroom.
Texas universities take their knocks and learn their lessons from the best in the country.
I smoked marijuana all day every day for several years. It took me almost a year to quit—and now I wonder if I’ll ever get straight.
Chanel boaters! Street bras! Step right up for a peek at this summer’s French-inspired fashions.
Larry Buchanan made movies that were so cheap, so incredibly flawed, and so dumb, they’re lovingly celebrated as the worst movies ever made. And he made them all in Dallas.
Yesterday those onions and carrots were in the ground. Today they’re on your table, thanks to Texas’ bountiful roadside fruit and vegetable stands.
Without these funky watering holes, where would we—much less our cattle and sheep—be today?
Columns
Photographer Robert Frank held up a mirror to America. Now Houston’s Museum of Fine Arts turns the mirror on him.
Bobby Jack Nelson—roughneck, cowhand, prospector, and Australian talk show host—is also a fine novelist; Larry L. King writes about writing.
A Room With a View takes in edifying sights; Gung Ho settles for schmaltz; Just Between Friends makes glib chat.
In 1969 a young man from Baytown decided, after a struggle, to fight in Vietnam.
Reporter
Somervell County suffers an identity crisis; an Alamo freak takes twenty years to build a diorama; Merlin Tuttle is batty.
Miscellany
At the Crescent’s opening, old, excessive Texas came face to face with new, designer Texas.
A boondoggle for coal means more trouble for natural gas; the Houston Chronicle doesn’t rate with HL&P; defense lawyers judge a judge.