Tom Lea, the grand old man of Texas painting, grew up among giants. No wonder he always used a big canvas.
What happened to the old black power radicals in Dallas? Jail, hard times, middle age - and, for Matt Johnson, the losing end of a gun.
Or, my life as a Texas gardener.
The new governor’s first hundred days were great theater, but now come taxes.
It’s a noble institution, especially if you can master all its subtle skills: not being there, the second call, holding forth, and another thing...
Some colleges help seniors with placement. Others settle for career counseling. For liberal arts majors, the difference is getting a job.
Both Haydn and Stravinsky marked special anniversaries last year, but music lovers got the presents: a shower of fresh new versions of their works.
It’s a Xanadu of condos, restaurants, gardens, and gyms, a high-tech haven that can outritz nearby Dallas. It’s Las Colinas, a home for corporations that appreciate the finer things in life.
A day in the country.
I sang gospel music for God, a bakery, and $6 a week.
What’s Exposed is the worlds of fashion and terrorism and the curves of Nastassia Kinski. Blue Thunder is nothing but noise; Tender Mercies, on the other hand, is practically a silent.
Of loaves and fishes.
TV’s path to riches for Robert Caro’s The Path to Power; a big Texas howdy to PCBs; Reagan and Castro’s map wars; another prison reform idea turns sour.
Gun-shy Baptists, isolated inmates, poor doctors.
Taking stock of the Dallas mayoral election; defrocking the Legislature’s worst bills; buying stocks in the Trans-Pecos; unlocking the mysteries of the Arklatex; rocking the boat in Odessa.