As the man known to the world as Dallas's J. R. Ewing fends off throat cancer, he gears up to reprise the role that turned him into an icon and looks back on one of the most extraordinary—and eccentric—lives in show business.
Oil patch old-timers said to stay away from the Austin chalk. But a few feisty newcomers refused to listen and cashed in for millions.
I grew up playing alongside some of the best Texas golfers of my generation. Then I started to lose my grip.
It doesn’t matter that his most famous pupil was shark- bitten at the Masters. Butch Harmon is still Texas’ hottest golf pro since Harvey Penick.
Kung’s underground hideaway; Dallas’ Cadillac wars; the Panhandle’s art terrorists; Houston’s poet-laureate; Austin’s airport quandary.
So you think that OPEC controls the price of oil and that the glut is hurting everybody in the oil business? Wrong. Traders on the international spot market are pulling the strings and getting rich in the process.
Great expectations for oilmen; sartorial bargains for Brownsville; a medical controversy for Alpine; vexing questions for hunters; the ultimate who’s who for chickens.
Are eye surgeons miraculously changing the lives of folks with glasses as thick as Coke-bottle bottoms, or are they just making themselves rich ?
Life is tough all over, but especially for Juniors.
Like the hero of a boys’ novel, George Bush moved from the East to the wild and woolly West. He wanted to prove himself, by golly, to Yale, Procter & Gamble, and the old man.
In which John Howard, our toughest athlete, goes after a world bicycle record and hopes america will care.
One man’s ludicrous attempts to trace the origin of a joke led him to a simple truth: life is funny.
Dale Steffes can predict the future of the oil business. So why do the majors turn a deaf ear? Because, says Steffes, the news is all bad.
And other great country stores of Texas.
Texas’ hottest oil patch is cooling down.
Coastal Corporation’s mastermind, Oscar Wyatt, keeps everyone guessing these days—from the IRS to society columnists to stock analysts.
Take the “Art of Negotiating” seminar, and you too can learn to wheel and deal with a smile.
In the southeast corner of Texas, more people get cancer than anywhere else in the state. Why?
The glory days of the oil industry aren’t over; they’ve only just begun.
Two novels with novel views of frontier days. And, Howard Hughes revisited by two reporters who leave no stone of his rocky history unturned.
Oveta Culp Hobby has gone from a country town to a position of power and wealth. What she hasn’t done will also be her legacy.
Give us your tired and freezing Yankees, your studious Arabs, your ambitious young hustlers just blown into town, and we will rent them one bedroom and a bath for $215.
The feuding over H. L. Hunt’s vast fortune is a family affair, and what a family!
It is boorish, cluttered, aggravating, rich, beautiful, explosive, titillating, cosmopolitan, endearing, and has a full head of steam.
Leon Jaworski is cleaning up again.
The word going across the border is: Uncle Sam doesn’t want you.
Spring cleaning in the house that Zale built.
In pursuit of the elusive billionaire’s final mystery: who’ll get his money?
The new campaign financing law takes all the fun out of fund raising.
Why Houston should read it and weep.
The cockroach. What else?
You can’t tell the players without a scorecard.
The battles in John Connally’s trial were fought before the jury, but the war may have been won offstage.
