Why are we crazy for Cadillacs, silly for Suburbans, passionate about pickups? Because Texans love their cars, that’s why.
It all started at my grandmother’s when I was seven years old. No biscuit has since measured up, but my lonely search for that sublime confection continues.
An interpretation of a classic genre.
There are a hundred of them, and their job is invisibility. They come into giant office buildings after everyone has gone home and, if they do the job right, make the evidence of the day’s work disappear.
Remember when children played dress-up in their own clothes? They still can.
At a slightly wacky hotel in southern Mexico, you can lose your inhibitions and find a little romance.
He had it all: a wife and a mistress, a limousine and a motorcycle, the second-highest job at the Pentagon and some good-time Dallas buddies. Then the SEC took an interest in his life.
UT reports on how well students from Texas schools do.
The Public Opera of Dallas aimed its first season at opera greenhorns and scored two bull’s-eyes.
On the Edge of Life
Prince’s Purple Rain is short on plot and dialogue but long on fancy anguish; The Bostonians is a namby-pamby treatment of Henry James’ biting novel.
It’s all here in black and white.
Trauma for Texas hospitals; more trouble (what else?) for Clinton Manges; why Doggett should win—but probably won’t; and real deals in Houston.
Great café meals, dubious political deals, Luckenbach’s ideals.
A new Henry Lee Lucas mystery in Lubbock