Texas Primer: The Tumbleweed
It’s only a humble weed, but just try to imagine West Texas without it.
It’s only a humble weed, but just try to imagine West Texas without it.
Shoot the Moon is about domestic warfare with tenderness and humor between the skirmishes; One From the Heart succeeds as art but fails as real life; Willie Nelson is just one of several good reasons to go see Barbarosa.
When liquor by the drink went into effect in 1971, Texas changed forever.
Saint Paul said that a little wine is a fine thing. He must have known something.
Hugh Roy Cullen found the oil and made one of Houston’s great fortunes; now his grandson is spending his inheritance like there is no tomorrow, and suing for more.
From their antipastos to their cannoli, three restaurants are leading Texans to the pure, simple pleasures of classical Italian cooking.
Two young conductors are rousing audiences in Houston and making motions toward becoming the country’s finest maestros.
Another Life, the Christian Broadcasting Network’s born-again soap, hasn’t discarded the essentials of the genre: sex, crime, and violence.
Dignity and groovy threads.
Celebrity is Thomas Thompson’s flawed venture into fiction; The Last Texas Hero deserves a twenty-yard penalty; Peeper is to be read only to find out who the real Tom is.
If you leave your child at a day care center, you are hardly unique. If you know what your child does there all day, you are indeed unique.
For years no one would drink Lone Star beer because rednecks did; then one enterprising man figured out that if it was marketed right, everyone would want to drink Lone Star precisely because rednecks did.
People still think of cotton as a Dixieland crop, but the heart of the nation’s production is on the dry, flat, and windswept High Plains of Texas.
All the carefree young bachelor wanted was a few pieces of Tupperware. He never dreamed of what he’d have to go through to get it.
Selling the streets of Laredo; the next big oil play; the bar breaks up over a Supreme Court race; it’s true what they say about office Christmas parties.
Over the river and through the swamp.
A lawyer takes aim at handgun makers; Texas journalism gets hugh on society; politicians see red over fire ants; Dallas tries to master its aversion to master plans.
This clunky piece of machinery made Howard Hughes very rich. It is the first in our series of things that every Texan should know.
Big Oil no longer holds political sway in Washington, and wildcatters are celebrating a new Texas independents’ day.
In Pennies From Heaven Steve Martin gets serious, which is too bad--until he jumps into his dazzling dance numbers, which are too good to be true. Four Friends is about pals, and it palls. In Sharky’s Machine Burt Reynolds tries to mix gore with mush. Rollover defaults.
Governor Bill Clements lassoed James Michener to write a tome about Texas. It’s due out in a couple of years. But that’s too long to wait, so we decided to write a version of our own.
Evangelist Kenneth Copeland has good news: the faithful don’t have to wait for heaven to reap their reward. An Eastern Orthodox congregation in Austin is strict about performance of the liturgy but lax about getting to the church on time.
Out on the outskirts of town.
A winning design for the Burnet Civic Center shows why regionalist architecture is still going strong in rural Texas.
Whenever you buy or sell a house, hundreds of dollars of your money goes for something called title insurance. Title insurance is a great deal—for the title company.
Supplicants in the Valley worship at the shrine of faith healer Don Pedrito Jaramillo, more powerful in death than he was in life.
Rusty Hardin is a prosecutor. Most of the time, his job is to put people in jail. This time, he wants a man dead.
Between a rock and an art place.
Rolling stock.
The perfect city.
Poor Bunker Hunt; hogging the airwaves; why the establishment likes Hightower; worries in the Hobby camp.
Hearing the call of the Word, the wild, and the hogs.
Football fever in Wink; political prognostication in Houston; gustatory grotesquerie in Austin; building bonanza in Fort Worth.
Time was when Texas Republicans had to stand united. But now their party's in power and there's rivalry in the ranks.
Screen greats Henry Fonda and Katherine Hepburn embarrass themsevles in the namby-pamby On Golden Pond. Ragtime is a clinker. Absence of Malice has prescence--Paul Newman's.
In which we salute the folks who made Texas the bizarre, flagrant, preposterous, funny, and endearing place it was last year.
Potlicking in Houston churches is nothing new for a lot of black Baptist preachers. It just comes with the territory.
An evocative American portrait is one of 75 masterpieces from the Phillips Collection now on display in Dallas. A photographic exhibit in Austin on family life covered just about everything but the family.
They used to be virtuous and wooden and they were good. Now they’re commercial and plastic and they’re great.
Have yourself a merry Texas Christmas.
Dallas’ Stage #1 proves it’s worthy of its name with a gut-wrenching production about a family torn apart.
Dreaming Democrats; juicy news about the News; shake-ups brewing in UT; whey Reagan can’t decontrol gas.
The high and the flighty.
Robots take over Dallas; sports talk shows take Houston by storm; border bridges take forever to get built; John Tower takes the lead in the defense debate; a Corsicana bakery takes the fruitcake.
The bottle-cap gambit.
Texas music is wide open these days. You can stand by old standbys like Willie or take a chance on nuclear polka and Caribbean funk.
Southern Comfort bathes the bayou in blood; Chariots of Fire sets no track records; Quartet is a marvel of misdirection; True Confessions’ trespasses are forgivable; Time Bandits steals the show.
Children today understand brand names like Izod and concepts like “rip-off,” but they don’t understand that some things—the best things—can’t be bought.
The life—promising beginning, overripe middle, bloody end—of Lee Chagra, the biggest drug lawyer in El Paso.
On Yom Kippur, Jews in Dallas mark the Day of Atonement; on Christmas Eve, Episcopalians in Houston gather for a night of adoration.