When the cable TV salesman comes calling, you should fully expect your city council to sell you down the river. Not that they mean to do it. It’s simply that history shows most city councils don’t know the first thing about cable. People who can barely figure out the briefs
In Texas the best way to get rich in cable television is to know just a little about TV and everything about politics.
My friend, you have come to the right place.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Ask your garbageman.
What’s what and who’s who in Texas real estate.
Architect John Staub, the forgotten genius of River Oaks, transformed a few nondescript Houston streets into Millionaires’ Row.
He believed in the American dream and it paid off.
Faster than a speeding Master Charge, funkier than a garage sale, able to leap bad credit ratings at a single bound. Look, up at the sign! It’s a bank! It’s a store! It’s—Super Pawn!
Valley politicos block minority TV; Dairy Queens reign in small-town Texas; woman diver yearns for Acapulco cliffs; Houston takes its lumps.
Fast food is tasteless and vulgar. There are other good things about it, too.
She learned the truth about selling cosmetics. Her customers didn’t want to buy products, they wanted to buy dreams.
China wants to drill for oil—and guess who knows how.
Oil is a slippery business.
Forget the church, forget the steeple, turn on the tube to see all the people.
How the world’s largest corporation decides who will make it to the top—and who won’t.
If working hard builds character, these people must be saints.
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.
Show us the hardest working man in Texas and we’ll show you a roughneck.
Resort hotels and luxury condominiums line the shore of South Padre, yet foot by foot, day by day, the island is washing away.
Braniff is hopping the Atlantic to London; Pan Am is just hopping mad.
The feuding over H. L. Hunt’s vast fortune is a family affair, and what a family!
If you’re looking for Houston’s elite, forget the Petroleum Club; go to the produce center at Jamail’s.
Who is Roger Horchow and why is he doing these terrible things to our Christmas budgets?
The pioneers who came to tame the West met their match in the land of ‘Giant.’
Move over Harold Robbons: religious books sell big.
Spring cleaning in the house that Zale built.
Why Willie Farah is taking up slack—not slacks—these days.
How to squeeze a multimillion-dollar business out of a ten-second radio jingle.
Question: What goes on behind the closed doors of the stateÌs most elegant restaurant these days? Answer: Nothing.
What’s good for marijuana is good for Starr County.
In the middle of the booming Houston economy are some new movers and shakers.
There’s a heaven for record collectors and it’s in the middle of West Texas.
Balcones Fault is a show band with a head on its shoulders.
The tale of the man who made Dallas a film industry capital is no shaggy-dog story.
Why Houston should read it and weep.
There are five private banks left in Texas. Why?
Did you know there’s more difference between Fudgsicles and Popsicles than the taste? The taxman does.
When Dad Joiner signed away all his oil leases to H.L. Hunt, all the cards weren’t on the table. Some were still underground.
Dope sellers obey the law—of supply and demand.
You can’t tell the players without a scorecard.
How Coors is setting out to conquer Texas.
Will Texas International Airlines's “whiz kids” fizzle?! Will sexy Southwest conquer all?! Will Braniff lose its routes?!
How Coastal State Gas pulled the plug on the Texas consumer.
Everybody in Laredo is being excessively kind to Tony Sanchez, Sr., these days, quite a change from several years ago when Sanchez took in ten to twelve thousand a year selling office supply furniture and trading oil and gas leases on the side to help make ends meet. Kindest of
Pray now, fly later.
The strange legacy of the world’s richest man.
There’s money in them there hills.
Of doodlebugs, boll weevils, rockhounds, and wildcatters.
While you’re waiting at the depot, Amtrak bickers with Washington, railway moguls, and itself.
Separating the dancer from the dance in the world of strip tease.
