February 1989
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Features
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The Lost Tribe
They were the classic Texas Indians—fierce, majestic, and free. Today’s Comanches find their lives defined by legends and bitter truths.
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Chip Ahoy
A new gambling-cruise-ship enterprise out of Port Isabel makes it possible to spend an evening in a casino while going nowhere in the Gulf.
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A Dirty, Rotten Mess
Every day each of us contributes five pounds to the growing mountain of garbage. Now the mountain looks like a volcano that’s threatening to erupt.
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“I’m A Nazi Until Death”
Out of work, at loggerheads with their parents, and under constant police surveillance since they turned to an alien ideology, Dallas’ radical skinheads remain defiant.
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Art for Heart’s Sake
A great big valentine from 95 artists to a San Antonio hospital’s transplant program.
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The Wooing of Chairman Wang
The decision by a Chinese plastics company to build a billion-dollar plant in Texas proves that economic development works—but it comes at a high price.
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Columns
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Blithe Spirit
It took a bit of coaxing, but when R. T. Williams finally sat down at the piano again, the Grey Ghost came back to life.
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Jailhouse Hock
Bill Clements’ ambitious—and expensive—prison-expansion plan is only a tiny first step toward escaping the overcrowding problem.
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Spot Market
Ranchers hate bobcats. Trappers love their pelts. Both parties have found that there’s more than one reason to skin a cat.
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Behind the Lines
Three years and $400,000 later.
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Reporter
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This is Now
Looking forward to Jerry Jeff Walker’s second Luckenbach, looking into a new way to settle feuds, and looking back over the career of Texas’ most prolific unknown author.
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Miscellany
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No TASP, No Play
A competency test for colleges; gauging the governor’s race; hard times at Hermann Hospital; what on earth was George Bush thinking about?
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Roar of the Crowd
Never giving in; making it big; reclaiming a neighborhood.
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