March 1986

Features
The continuing saga of the Hermann estate scandal was a shocking lesson in how Houston’s most respected philanthropists, civic leaders, and biggest deal makers had abused their power.
The rudest, crudest, and most obnoxious disc jockeys are on in the mornings. Here’s the best—or the worst—of the lot.
Alice in Wonderland never discovered a mushroom half as exotic as Texas’ own native fungi.
There are bass in Sam Rayburn Reservoir, and the gals were out to hook ‘em. And Rhonda Wilcox hoped to hook the biggest one of all.
From the heights of the Dallas social heap, they leaped to the national celebrity circuit. Rich, young, and fashionable, Twinkle and Bradley Bayoud are a case study on how to rise to the top.

Miscellany
At the singles bar of the eighties, is it’s not love, it could still be a good investment opportunity.
Look into the Houston sky—those helicopters are full of commuters who are having fun.
How much will $15 oil coast Mark White?; two new R’s for school districts: resistin’ reform; the truth about those bank rumors.
Ted Krechel, honorary winter Texan mayor of Pharr, oversees a culture as arcane as a Melanesian cargo cult.
Columns
Down and out in Beverly Hills is Mazursky magic; Clan of the Cave Bear is Sheena of the Stone Age; Trouble in Mind is—never mind.
“Hiiidee yodelo oh, hodeleh dee whoo,” sang Randy, and I knew I’d found the man for me.
Cradle Cap was nothing, diaper rash was a breeze. But when my son brought home head lice—well, it made the plague look good.
T. R. Fehrenbach’s Lone Star is now a series on public television. Watch it and sleep.
Some new recordings of old symphonies reveal how the composers really wanted things to sound.
Web
One of those places that a city has to have if it’s got any gumption at all.
Reporter
Rio Hondo’s Broadway producer; Boys’ Life’s ripe old age; etiquette’s ups and downs.