This story is from Texas Monthly’s archives. We have left it as it was originally published, without updating, to maintain a clear historical record. Read more here about our archive digitization project. From 1983 to 1986, Texas Monthly’s regular feature, “Western Art,” highlighted artists’ takes on the
Chanel boaters! Street bras! Step right up for a peek at this summer’s French-inspired fashions.
Without these funky watering holes, where would we—much less our cattle and sheep—be today?
I smoked marijuana all day every day for several years. It took me almost a year to quit—and now I wonder if I’ll ever get straight.
Everyone agreed it was time for greatness at UT. But after a nationwide search for a new president, the only man the regents could agree on was a campus insider who professed no great vision at all.
Yesterday those onions and carrots were in the ground. Today they’re on your table, thanks to Texas’ bountiful roadside fruit and vegetable stands.
Larry Buchanan made movies that were so cheap, so incredibly flawed, and so dumb, they’re lovingly celebrated as the worst movies ever made. And he made them all in Dallas.
Las Manitas Avenue Cafe is closed while the sisters prepare to open in a new location.
A boondoggle for coal means more trouble for natural gas; the Houston Chronicle doesn’t rate with HL&P; defense lawyers judge a judge.
At the Crescent’s opening, old, excessive Texas came face to face with new, designer Texas.
Bobby Jack Nelson—roughneck, cowhand, prospector, and Australian talk show host—is also a fine novelist; Larry L. King writes about writing.
Photographer Robert Frank held up a mirror to America. Now Houston’s Museum of Fine Arts turns the mirror on him.
In 1969 a young man from Baytown decided, after a struggle, to fight in Vietnam.
A Room With a View takes in edifying sights; Gung Ho settles for schmaltz; Just Between Friends makes glib chat.
Somervell County suffers an identity crisis; an Alamo freak takes twenty years to build a diorama; Merlin Tuttle is batty.
