What they don’t teach you in defensive driving courses: the most dangerous highways in Texas.
State highway patrolmen hate the 55 mph speed limit almost as much as other Texas motorists do, and for better reasons.
For a man and his daughter out for a pleasant day’s fishing, the first sign of danger was a man’s hat floating silently down the stream.
Onstage, all happy lounge acts are alike; offstage, all unhappy lounge acts are unhappy in their own ways.
What to eat, how to shop, and where to boogie in the most enchanting corner of Texas.
Burn, baby, burn
Sex in the classifieds; looking out for farmer’s welfare; everybody wants to be land commissioner; what ever happened to the tax revolt?
Aggies are more than the corps, fashion is more than couture, teaching is mostly a chore.
A tale of fourteen cities.
In San Antonio, everything that glitters is in the Golden Palace, where the food is as gaudy as the décor. Austin’s OMei China gives you a zap on the mouth.
Violence within the family tends not to be taken too seriously by the courts. But eventually that violence will burst loose to threaten us all.
The San Antonio symphony is beleaguered. Conductor Lawrence Smith is well mannered. They’re both mediocre.
Lamar University’s hotshot basketball team makes lost of hoops, little hoopla.
Southwest Fiction might make you think that the region is mostly metropolis and no mesquite. The Guadalupe Mountains of Texas hits a lot of high spots.
Monsters aren’t nearly as scary as the night they go bump in.
The late Lester Young is a past president of jazz, and his music still holds sway. Albums by other musicians get votes of confidence, too.
Uncle Same wants Texas prison reform; Ma Bell wants your news dollar; Governor Bill wants Mexican workers; killer mosquitoes want you.