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.
February 1989
Features
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.
“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.
Art for Heart’s Sake
A great big valentine from 95 artists to a San Antonio hospital’s transplant program.
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.
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.
Miscellany
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?
Reporter
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.
Columns
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.
Jailhouse Hock
Bill Clements’ ambitious—and expensive—prison-expansion plan is only a tiny first step toward escaping the overcrowding problem.
Spot Market
Ranchers hate bobcats. Trappers love their pelts. Both parties have found that there’s more than one reason to skin a cat.
