Currying Flavor
If you think lamb korma is a wooly creature with good vibes, you’ve got a lot to learn about Indian food.
If you think lamb korma is a wooly creature with good vibes, you’ve got a lot to learn about Indian food.
A bushel and a pack.
The Hunts and the hunted.
Taking on the Shah of Iran in Beeville; trying to save an eaglet in Waco; juggling sex in Galveston; flipping the switch on nuclear power; and fighting panjic at monstrous DFW Airport.
If the race is to the swift, what’s lefty over for the slow?
Good sports and green grape cobbler.
Life is a riffle. Cancer is a riddle. Are they all the same riddle?
Fighters from all over Texas slug it out in the Golden Gloves; for most, that’s the only gold they’ll ever see.
Yellow fever.
What energy crisis?
Amid blaring trumpets, raised fists, bottles of beer, and a cheering mob stands the king of Saturday night.
At the top, a good family helps, clothes help, manners help, the right friends help, but nothing helps like money.
Years ago, kids used to play pioneer with Lincoln Logs. Today grown-ups are playing pioneer—only with real log cabins.
Frying the midnight oil.
The Texas Rangers are spending their way to an American League pennant—or bankruptcy.
Equal time for farmers, politicians, and handguns.
Andy Warhol soups up the superstars; dancers do the towns; Beverly Sills still casts a spell; ladybug found with strange bedfellows; and folk music isn’t dead, it’s just in Houston.
Reporter blooms.
Hey, buddy, can you spare a dime?
An insurance company imbroglio—full of high rollers, big deals and pitched battles—ended with a bang, and a few whimpers.
Poetic license.
If you’re looking for the best place to live in Texas, think small.
Braniff is hopping the Atlantic to London; Pan Am is just hopping mad.
Why we don’t endorse candidates.
The dark horses, heavy favorites, and close calls of this year’s big elections.
“Plastics,” the man whispered to Dustin Hoffman in ‘The Graduate,’ and plastics—transformed from junk into art—it is.
The feuding over H. L. Hunt’s vast fortune is a family affair, and what a family!
Take the money and run.
Championship of Texas cities: rematch.
On the road with Dolph and John; a fatal case of mistaken identity; butterflies on the rocks; Metroplex blood sport; and polled Herefords, polled Herefords, polled Herefords everywhere.
Writers, pensive and frenetic.
You don’t have to move to Arizona to cure your allergies, but you may have to get rid of your cat.
Behind the pine curtain of deep East Texas is a world trapped in the past and hidden from the future: lush woods, poor whites, the descendants of slaves, and an aristocracy still breathing the rarefied air of the Old South.
Texas has always had lamb; now we give you lamb chops.
Varmints: we can’t live with ‘em and we can’t live without ‘em.
Down memoir lane.
Requiem for a heavyweight.
How a towheaded kid from North Carolina became God’s best salesman.
Wheelers and dealers.
A word from friends of Texas women, fire ants, and Close Encounters.
The best of Weegee is yet to come, alas; DCO season goes out with a bang; more from two Texas-bred rock ‘n’ roll successes; and an electronic opera makes a good birthday present.
Vying for Barbara Jordan’s job, Enchanted Rock on the block, peddling pollution, and don’t the Super Drum beat all?
Everybody says they want to help the farmers, but nobody wants to face up to what they really need.
Anybody can make history, but you have to go to a convention to become an historian.
Tales of our intrepid authors.
Amarillo millionaire Stanley Marsh 3 couldn’t believe his own good fortune—the Cullen Davis murder trial was coming to town.
How a small-town Texas boy turned a taste for Southwestern art into the biggest gallery in Santa Fe.
If it’s Saturday night and you just got paid, you’re a fool about your money and don’t try to save—go dancing.
More than once San Antonio has been the crucible for a Mexican revolution. A band of guerrillas in Oaxaca believes it could happen again.
The best defense is a good fence.