Bankruptcy and job loss may be closing in, but Texans aren’t sitting home eating Spam. They’re down-scaling, gang-hosting, and improvising a new hard-times etiquette as they go along.
Buying shoes is a passion for some women. Selling shoes is a passion for Doyle Moody. That adds up to a perfect fit.
Radio Days is a nostalgic doodle; Black Widow needs fewer poses and more cheap lust; Dead of Winter is spookhouse-scary—but schlocky; The Good Wife is soapy yet strangely affecting.
An inappropriate practicality.
Marty Wender can’t do anything wrong—and San Antonio loves him for it. Joe Russo can’t do anything right—and Houston loves him for it. Plus: pop paraphernalia, naming Henry’s baby, Poppin’ Pigskins, and Who Killed Mark White?
All that glitters is not gold.
Can the Cotton Bowl survive the SMU scandal? a Mexican American major for Corpus Christi—maybe; the water bureaucrats are up to no dam good.
Self-appointed visionaries on the border; self-development seminars all over Texas; self-indulgent behavior at the corner burger joint.
Hot stuff at the cinema.
Out of the Valley and into the Borderlands, where the architecture is erratic, the radio is heavenly, and the peso has lost its power.