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On the occasion of the fifth anniversary of this magazine.
Hot tubs and chili pots.
Last words on the West, the remains of the defenders of the Alamo, and Larry McMurtry’s sagging shelf.
Royal women reign in Houston; Spanish artist eats dough; new novel for the operating table; more UFOs from Hollywood; wanted: a conductor for the San Antonio Symphony.
Larry Flynt hears the call; everyone hears Bob Bullock; McConn job in Houston; ghost in the newsroom; and cotton on the dinner table.
Corpus Christi is the victim - what is the crime?
It’s tough to select food in a fast-moving serving line. A cafeteria is no place for the timid.
Analysts can’t decide whether Tom Browne, Inc., is a silk stock or a sow’s ear.
There are two ways to raise chickens: the right way and this way.
Saying will make it so.
Like most wrong ideas, the concept of the sunbelt didn’t matter until people started putting it into practice.
Three patchwork quilts, two wine shops, and a pinata in a pear tree.
A flood of letters on a wave of immigrants.
Disco sounds you can live with; two new books from the trenches of Viet Nam; taking a swing at Alexander Calder; the Van Cilburn winner's circle; move over Austin, C&W reigns elsewhere.
If you think parenthood begins with dirty diapers and 2 a.m. feedings, you’re nine months off.
We offer you a weekend in Mexico City you can’t refuse.
In the St. Nick of time.
This may be the Me Decade, but fortunately a great many people haven’t gotten the word.
Some spicy meat rolls, a three-cornered hat, and a little pillow talk.
Readers choose up sides on issues of Houston cops, gas derregulation and raising kids.
The case of the missing ear; a musical World Series with plenty of winners; and a big book with a small chance for success.
What happened when Big Oil and Big Government fought it out over the superport?
Will a vegetarian starve in France?
John Connally proves that business makes for strange bedfellows.
Homily grits.
Move over Harold Robbons: religious books sell big.
Some nice words about the police, exploring Texas, and listening to opportunity knock.
Totes and tattoos.
Frisbee, the sport of the counterculture, is going straight.
Dope informants, wine informants, even tractor pull informants.
A North Texas summer of song and dance; Tarzan discovered in the jungles of Fort Worth; the Musical Brownies reappear; little boxes made of ticky-tacky; and finally more money for the arts.
Gas gushes in Maverick County; Priscilla blushes in Amarillo; Secret Service busts matchbooks; and a blizzard nearly busts Neiman’s.
Visit a deli. You’ll feel better.
Merger mystery.
You can get burned with solar energy equipment—and not by the sun.
“Give me your tired, your poor . . . ”
A far far eastern trip; a place in the country; one hundred ivory-ticklers.
Best/ Worst legislators: everybody loves somebody sometime.
Good news/ bad news about Shakespeare; Doug Sahm controls his destiny; San Antonio gets jazzed up while Dallas goes crazy for pops; Texas poets in and out of their elements.
Willie movin’ on; Erhard moving in; Hofheinz cleared; Gloria hacked; brown pelicans perking up; Chileans kicking off.
Renewing the old adage of child rearing—you can’t fool mother nature.
It’s been Us and Them in the deregulation fight, but one of us has become them.
Bored? Lonely? Put some herbs in your life.
Commentations.
Houston has the healthiest urban economy in the nation, but money can’t buy happiness.
Take a walk on the wild side.
The power of diamonds, black magic, picante sauce, and, last but not least, goats.
Horses at the Theater Center; autos at the CAM; opera in the park; sweet music in the rough roadhouses; and the man of a thousand dances.
The hottest political rumor in Houston (also the hottest divorce); what West Texans do for fun; death in a Sierra Blanca jail; why El Pasoans are so laid back.