Texas’ morning glory by thirteen photographers.
A fresh interpretation of a classic genre.
He was an aggressive cop with one of the toughest beats in Dallas. But after fourteen years and another killing, the department took him off the street and slapped him behind a desk.
Bearing Gallic sophistication and outrageously delicious desserts, the Lenotre family has taken Dallas and Houston by storm.
The writer had no papers, but he wanted to get from Mexico to Houston. His best chance was to put his passage into the hands of a coyote, for a fat fee.
New parents, beware! The only think I got out of my six Lamaze classes was permission to enter the delivery room with my wife.
Gary Bradley, a hot young land speculator inn Austin, was in the middle of a $50 million deal when he ran into an outraged environmental movement and a lobbyist with some powerful clients. The fight was on.
The story of Lenell Geter’s release from prison is unfinished without the tale of the conservative engineers who stuck their necks out to help a friend in trouble.
With the Republican convention only three months away, Dallas’ sales forces are frantically gearing up for a merchandising bonanza.
I take over Exxon.
New blood and a commitment to high standards at the Theater Center and the Plaza have helped to make this theatrical season Dallas’ best.
Civil Wars is armed with first-rate writing; Free Agents is a grab bag of Max Apple’s short fiction; Edisto is a precocious first novel; Group Therapy doesn’t probe deeply enough; Lords of the Earth is yet another Texas oil saga.
In Greystoke, neither Tarzan nor the audience gets to have any fun; Moscow on the Hudson takes a wonderful comedy and runs; Racing With the Moon is nostalgic and sure, but the plot comes undone.
Stick around and we’ll show you some of Texas’ best jam and jelly makers.
Why Mark White wishes he’d never heard of H. Ross Perot; a new lawsuit threatens to play havoc with local schools; one last word (we promise) about yuppies; seems like politics as usual at UT.