Menace in the Grass
What you can’t see can hurt you.
What you can’t see can hurt you.
Peter Matthiessen writes of men pursuing a dying profession and Philip Roth pursues his critics.
Out on the Gulf in a small boat, searching for the makings of shrimp cocktails, shrimp baskets, and shrimp salads.
Cool off this summer with a dip into one of the state‘s best old-fashioned swimming holes.
The summer hath its joys.
Requiem for a musical heavyweight, the hard-singing, hard-living girl from Port Arthur.
Turning off the juice to Texas utilities.
Day of the Locust, French Connection II, The Passenger: doing some hard traveling.
How to tell what you‘re looking at: a guide to architectural Texas.
Guess which list had the most competition.
When Billy Martin takes his Texas Rangers on the road, the games are among the least of their worries.
The intricate dietary laws of Kosher cooking have a latke going for them.
Just having a little pun.
Frederick Exley shows how to get too much of a good thing.
Will Tex-Mex music gain the world but lose its soul?
Much ado about nothing.
How some of the world’s best dancers ended up in Texas.
How real estate syndications can make (and lose) money for you.
Polish up your statues of Adam Smith: supply and demand is back!
A portfolio of the Class of 1975.
Killer bees, acid from the sky, and exploding railroad cars may all be in your future.
A new method of oil recovery means more energy, more wealth, and . . . death.
A different sort of women’s movement has this basic belief: give in and ye shall receive.
John Connally on trial.
A guide to restaurants in the Hill Country.
Seeing triple.
Bringing up father is harder these days than it used to be.
Exploring the heavy price of Empire.
Yeast is yeast and fest is fest.
High-brow music doesn’t have to be high priced.
Why going public is not the stock market killing it once was.
Frank Perry used a lot of hackneyed material in his new film, but Neil Simon just ripped off his own.
How Coastal State Gas pulled the plug on the Texas consumer.
For A. O. Pipkin, happiness is a head-on collision he wasn’t in.
Some embarrassing (and perhaps illegal) aspects of Dolph Briscoe’s campaign.
Climbing the social ladder, and other exercises at Hill Country summer camps.
Cuddling up to a thousand pounds of ravenous hunger.
In Charleston they haven’t forgotten one of the things the Old South was famous for: good cooking.
Blood and irony.
Some good reasons for collecting rare books and some good places to do it.