March 1987 Issue



It’s a Dirty Job, But?

Does the delivery business really deliver? Our author spends three grueling days watching rented videos and ordering pizzas to find out the truth.

C. W. Post

At first he couldn’t stand the strain of trying to get rich. Then he couldn’t stand the strain of being rich.


A Human Focus

Newly discovered photographs taken by Russell Lee bear compassionate witness to the lives of Spanish-speaking Texans in the forties.


State Secrets

State Secrets

A busing controversy at the prison system; the high cost of free rent; the GOP goes to town; a well-known private eye loses his license; rotten eggs at Bentsen’s breakfasts.

The Quidnunc

The Quidnunc

Waiting for Perot; sizing up Texas’ legal egos; switching undies with Bobby and Laura Sakowitz.


Slim Pickens

Boone, T. Boone Pickens’ autobiography, is most interesting when it names names and tells tales, but such moments surface only occasionally and sink quickly.


Epic Embroidery

The action in Platoon is brilliantly sustained, but The Mission falls with a stately thud; The Bedroom Window aspires to be as spellbound as an Alfred Hitchcock, but The Defense of the Realm is the engrossing thriller.


Home Ain’t Where My Heart Is

When I was growing up, Arlington didn’t have air conditioning or Six Flags. But it did have Albert’s Pool Hall and twenty-cent Jax beer, and that made all the difference.



Texas Monthly Reporter

Sneak a glance at our inaugural notebook to find out why Clements’ speech didn’t fly, which city had the most imperial ball, and who triumphed in the guv’s snub. Plus: Mad Maxian Car #3, space tombs in the sky, and ZZ Top’s song scuffle.

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