A year of Arlington appellations, bedouined Bush, candied coiffures, detestable dinosaurs, effervescent executioners, fancy fertilizer, greedy Gorbachev, holy Halloweens, ignorant ichthyofauna, Japanese jokes, klipped Klingons, lottery lovebirds, medical margaritas, nude nuptials, overwhelmed ostriches, pugilistic pitchers, quashed quarterback, royal redialings, satanic Santas, titillating typos, UFO urgings, vindictive Vermonters, wanted: wives, X-citable X-orcists, yawing Yorkshires, and zapped Zarffirini.
January 1, 1994 | Feature
George W. Bush says he doesn’t have time to think about his legacy, but the rest of us have no such trouble. We asked some of the smartest people we could think of—prize-winning historians, presidential scholars, White House vets—to predict how 43 will be judged and to suggest what, if anything, he can still do about it.
In a mere six years, the thirty-year-old has opened a half-dozen fine-dining restaurants, built a $25-million enterprise, and arguably elevated the food scene in Austin to be competitive with Dallas and Houston.
March 25, 2013 | by Stirling Kelso | Trendsetter