Behind the Lines
Three unknown Texas writers tackle three different genres and prove the novel is alive and well.
Recipe from Rosario’s, San Antonio
Rosario’s has always been a colorful spot to dine, and not just because the food is an energetic and enthusiastic version of authentic Mexican cuisine. This neighborhood bar on the edge of the historic King William district is bright with vivid shades of the rainbow—purple ceilings and purple ceiling
The continuing saga of the Hermann estate scandal was a shocking lesson in how Houston’s most-respected philanthropists, civic leaders, and biggest deal makers had abused their power.
The rudest, crudest, and most obnoxious disc jockeys are on in the mornings. Here’s the best—or the worst—of the lot.
There are bass in Sam Rayburn Reservoir, and the gals were out to hook ’em. And Rhonda Wilcox hoped to hook the biggest one of all.
From the heights of the Dallas social heap, they leaped to the national celebrity circuit. Rich, young, and fashionable, Twinkle and Bradley Bayoud are a case study in how to rise to the top.
Five-finger exercises.
T. R. Fehrenbach’s Lone Star is now a series on public television. Watch it and sleep.
How much will $15 oil coast Mark White?; two new R’s for school districts: resistin’ reform; the truth about those bank rumors.
Sesquicentennial notes.
Rio Hondo’s Broadway producer; Boys’ Life’s ripe old age; etiquette’s ups and downs.
Look sharp!
When cedars start to mate, Texans start to suffer.
At the singles bar of the eighties, is it’s not love, it could still be a good investment opportunity.
Down and out in Beverly Hills is Mazursky magic; Clan of the Cave Bear is Sheena of the Stone Age; Trouble in Mind is—never mind.
“Hiiidee yodelo oh, hodeleh dee whoo,” sang Randy, and I knew I’d found the man for me.
Alice in Wonderland never discovered a mushroom half as exotic as Texas’ own native fungi.
Cradle Cap was nothing, diaper rash was a breeze. But when my son brought home head lice—well, it made the plague look good.
Look into the Houston sky—those helicopters are full of commuters who are having fun.
Some new recordings of old symphonies reveal how the composers really wanted things to sound.
Muddling along in Dallas.
Ted Krechel, honorary winter Texan mayor of Pharr, oversees a culture as arcane as a Melanesian cargo cult.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
Recipe from Threadgill’s, Austin.
One of those places that a city has to have if it’s got any gumption at all.
From luxury class to no-plumbing primitive, the Technicolor tropics of Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula offer end-of-the-world delights. And it’s practically in our back yard.
The Hermann estate scandal exposed Houston’s most powerful deal makers, most respected philanthropist, and leading lawvers to the harsh glare of publicity. It was a shocking lesson in the abuses of power.
A few thoughts for Valentine’s—coming through soft and clear.
Mark White’s insurance policy; not all semiconductor dumpers are Japanese; betting on a lottery; Tom Loeffler’s odd ads.
Examining the bar; spreading the Word; minding the store; demanding the best.
A splendid state park; snacks you shouldn’t feed to a dog; a wild and crazy Republican.
The pick of the flicks.
Tastes in livestock are as whimsical as tastes in fashion. This year petite is in.
In a Twilight Zone-like pocket near UT there are some kids who aren’t ready to grow up.
Out of Africa is lavishly done up but emotionally dehumidified; Young Sherlock Holmes is more Hardy Boys than Conan Doyle; Revolution is nothing but a megabucks disaster.
A year of altered antlers, bunkum bars, cloddish coaches, defoliant diets, enervated elephants, filched flamingos, gunshot guitarists, haywire holidays, intoxicants’ incentives, jejune judges, kissing K-9’s, lousy lobster, and misdirected Michener.
When southern pine beetles attack a Texas forest, there are only two cures: cut the trees down or let nature take its course.
The Dallas Citizens Council has a new look, but it’s singing the same old tune.
The only excitement of the Dallas Opera season came from a couple of fortunate gambles, while the Houston Grand Opera triumphed by bringing Faust alive for contemporary audiences.
A monument to everything money can buy.
For a singing telegram with a little something extra, just call the Hip-O-Gram Girls.
In the current Rauschenberg exhibit at Houston’s Contemporary Arts Museum the artist finds his first thirty years a tough act to follow.
Jim’s rub, one of many being used all over the country today, enriches not only beef but also pork and lamb.
Although Jim Goode uses his BBQ Mop for basting smoked meat, it’s flavorful enough to use as a sauce for cooking brisket, and you’ll barely miss the smoky flavor.