The Astros were going to the World Series. But—
Better not shout, cry, or pout, ‘cause we’re telling you why, after all these years, Santa Claus is still coming to town.
We’ve got inadequate airports, jam-packed airspace, and antiquated traffic control system, and inept federal overseers. Is air safety just pie in the sky?
You can drink coffee out of them, plant ivy in them, or put them on a pedestal. The only thing you can’t do with these realist ceramic boots is wear them.
Welcome to Highland Park, a small town right in the middle of Dallas where the living is easy and time stands still.
Stamp collecting a metal perfecting.
What’s in store for ‘88; riding Reagan’s coattails; welcome to the great El Paso gold rush; Yankee lawyers invade Dallas.
Big wind, high tide, New Wave.
The end of the line.
Beef is king at Cattlemen’s in Fort Worth; food fit for a rajah is yours at Houston’s Taj Mahal.
An Alley Theatre world premiere, To Grandmother’s House We Go was a play about family foibles that really hit home.
These recordings of Christmas carols and cantatas will help ye rest merry.
Century-old Antioch Baptist shouts its message over the sky-high rooftops of downtown Houston. St. Mary’s in Galveston is Texas’ only basilica.
Laura Furman handles The Glass House with a little too much care; Elmer Kelton’s novels take you way out West; a new filed guide digs into Texas’ past; Hearts will win yours.
Dissident Russian artists paint a grim picture of life behind the Iron Curtain.
What is a man to his boys? Fiend, antagonist, taskmaster, hugger, educator, realist—put them all together, they spell “father.”
Houston’s first jazz festival turned Miller Theatre into a hothouse of sound.
Sword-wielding samurai clash in Kagemusha, Akira Kurosawa’s rousing saga of clan wars in sixteenth-century Japan. The Stunt Man goes out on a limb—and falls off. It’s My Turn is a feminist film that’s funny.
Cable TV has Dallas in its coils; acupuncture has its day in court; sex education has parents up in arms.