As fans of the CBS Evening News and Dan Rather, we believe that Robert Draper’s “Dan Rather Is a Good Ol’ Boy” [TM, November 1991] is a fair and unbiased account. It is a mystery to us that Mr. Rather provokes such controversy. He seems to make
If the National Coalition of Free Men has its way, man-bashing won’t go unprotested.
Candelaria’s only well supplied free water to all until the EPA weighed in.
Gary Bledsoe, the new head of the Texas NAACP, doesn’t dodge the tough questions.
Charm and know-how got Runnels a spot on Ronald’s team.
Triumph at the track comes naturally for a man called Bingo.
Houston’s Young Turk music producers have cut a new groove in the record industry.
“Just how hard can it be to build a playground?” I asked. The answer: Harder than anything I’ve ever tried before.
A Dallas lawyer is urging his colleagues to put rhyme and reason back into legal writing—by using plain old English.
Getting up close and personal with the endangered whooping crane.
A critical appraisal of a local phenomenon by the ultimate insider.
Troubled boys at this Baptist youth home had to eat soap if they said the wrong thing. And that was one of the milder punishments.
When her charitable foundation collapsed amid allegations of mismanagement, the Dallas socialite did the unthinkable: She started a new one.
Today, TGI Friday’s is sedate, but twenty years ago this month, the place started the singles era in Dallas.
Conventional wisdom about education holds that local control, a strong principal, and active, involved parents are crucial ingredients in the mix that makes a successful school. This wisdom is so pervasive that the Legislature has made local control, in the form of “site-based decision making,” a legal requirement in Texas
Director Oliver Stone may not be sure who did it or how, but he is sure he knows why.
Long forgotten, Western artist Till Goodan’s bucking broncs and stalwart cowboys are bringing big money and sparking a revival.
Young girls who want to win an Olympic gymnastics medal have to pay the price, and Bela Karolyi makes sure that they don’t get off cheap.
Why isn’t the Texas state archives trying harder to recover rare historical papers?
What a puff piece! 60 Minutes, which has eviscerated many a victim over the years, gave Ann Richards the royal treatment in its October 27 profile. When interviewer Morley Safer wasn’t rewriting history (blaming Clayton Williams’ rape gaffe for the unraveling of his campaign, when in fact Claytie maintained a
Photograph by George Krause
I had high expectations when I subscribed to Texas Monthly to use in a reception area of our company. I was very disappointed when I saw the “What a Dish!” cover [TM, October 1991]. If I had wanted to put a half-naked, sleazy female in my reception area, I would
Every day is Christmas for Claus clone Carl Anderson.
Urban climbers have all the ups and downs of cityscapes in their grasp.
The Cisneroses aren’t the only ones in the Alamo City fighting over their divorce.
“Mexico Mike” Nelson writes the book on seeing Mexico by automobile.
For the Bush administration, Lubbock is still the hub of popular opinion.
A breakdown in state tow truck regulation leaves motorists stranded.
In an affluent suburb of Monterrey, young Mexican professionals hunger for prestige and try to live like Americans.
After struggling to give up smoking, I have come to a compromise: Never smoke more than one cigarette—at a time.
Some Vietnamese immigrants live the American dream. But for the family of Vu Dinh Chung, the dream turned into a fatal nightmare.
Seven legendary Texas musicians who won’t ever let the music stop.
Black bears have returned to Big Bend National Park, and our author is determined to find one.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any pumpkins; they would have shown vividly the violence these guns could do. But we didn’t let that slight disappointment stop us. At a remote rifle range, we blasted away. Or, to be precise, I blasted away, as my two friends, a law enforcement officer and
Two San Antonio shows examine how Texas artists interpret the state’s past and present.
Her critics used to say that Houston’s mayor was a great administrator but a bad politician. Now, on the eve of her toughest race, her critics are saying just the opposite.
Pray for Baylor. The Baptists are calling each other flat-earthers and liberal parasites, and the school they call Jerusalem on the Brazos is caught in the middle.
Texas politics has seen its share of backroom deals, but for sheer brazenness, it’s hard to top the recent play by nineteen Democratic senators that effectively repealed the brand-new Senate redistricting plan and substituted their own creation—a nifty feat, considering that the Legislature was not in session at the time.
Austinite Rebecca McEntee’s nostalgic view of a Hill Country retreat appears in Texas on a Roll–Images of Texas by Texas Photographers (Thomasson-Grant, $50), a project of the state’s three chapters of the American Society of Magazine Photographers. Members were asked to submit the best of their work. Some 160 photographers
“The Texas 100” [TM, September 1991] refers to my attitude about George Bush and Dresser Industries. Dresser is a fine company with an excellent leader, Jack Murphy. We enjoy extensive business and personal relationships with that company; in fact, on my trip to Iraq we retrieved the Dresser employees and
Dallas’ Bonehead Club revels in a well-deserved reputation for contrariness.
New guides to Houston and Metroplex eateries hash it out.
The most satisfying part of being a Houston Oilers fan isn’t their record this season or quarterback Warren Moon’s command of the run-and-shoot offense or the way the home crowds get so worked up that they threaten to blow the roof off the Astrodome. No, it’s that distinctive drawl on
Troubles disappear when they’re seen in the proper light.
Trans-Pecos ranchers grapple with El Paso over the West’s most valuable resource.
The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, heroes of hippiedom, are alive and well and living in Paris.
When Lubbock-born songwriter Butch Hancock steps onstage, West Texas haunts his music.
Writer Rick Bass’s ornery, individualistic family has spent a generation explaining exactly who they are not.
But he’d rather not leave CBS to return to Texas, at least not yet.
Can you avoid criminal violence?
