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You say you’ve never heard of Picasso’s burnt-orange period? And you call yourself a real Texan?
Assailed by presidents, skewered by senators, decried by the New York Times, the oil depletion allowance has survived it all. It helps to have friends in high places.
Council tells mayor her budget stinks! Mayor tells council to like it or lump it! Both sides twist arms, trade insults! Read all about it!
Like any disease, alcoholism has specific symptoms. Like many religions, drying-out programs require abstinence, blind faith, and confession.
It may be hard to believe that you can drink two fifths a day and not only function but function well. But I did it. For a while.
Rich old ladies who hoard their securities set the best example for managing your stocks.
Max Crawford’s Lords of the Plain is a convincing tale of cavalry and Indians; Thomas McGuane’s Something to Be Desired is an insightful cowtown comedy.
With his rough-hewn sculptures that speak to mankind’s most basic needs, James Surls is fast becoming the dean of Texas art.
Mrs. Soffel weaves a tale of love and damnation; A Passage to India is a smooth, brocaded expedition; The Cotton Club offers pomp by the bale.
Using antique and original instruments like the viola da gamba, the Texas Baroque Ensemble is making Garland the place to hear early music in Texas.
What’s the point at the Dallas Museum of Art? What does $25 oil mean for Houston? Hush, Gib. James Baker’s new job is a labor of love.
Contemplating marriage; speaking up for Houston; deciphering Texas myths; transplanting Austin’s airport.
Beauteous burgers in Bells and Springlake; tough times in Tyler; ringside raving in Fort Worth; avid aspirations in Lubbock.
