Texas Monthly Reporter
Uncle Same wants Texas prison reform; Ma Bell wants your news dollar; Governor Bill wants Mexican workers; killer mosquitoes want you.
Uncle Same wants Texas prison reform; Ma Bell wants your news dollar; Governor Bill wants Mexican workers; killer mosquitoes want you.
Message parler?
Monsters aren’t nearly as scary as the night they go bump in.
The late Lester Young is a past president of jazz, and his music still holds sway. Albums by other musicians get votes of confidence, too.
A tale of fourteen cities.
In San Antonio, everything that glitters is in the Golden Palace, where the food is as gaudy as the décor. Austin’s OMei China gives you a zap on the mouth.
Violence within the family tends not to be taken too seriously by the courts. But eventually that violence will burst loose to threaten us all.
The San Antonio symphony is beleaguered. Conductor Lawrence Smith is well mannered. They’re both mediocre.
Made In Japan
Southwest Fiction might make you think that the region is mostly metropolis and no mesquite. The Guadalupe Mountains of Texas hits a lot of high spots.
Lock your doors. The police have given up trying to catch burglars.
When machine-printed polyester or rayon won’t do, consider the work of Texas’ top textile artists.
Zoos are fine for people, but they make animals go crackers.
All I want is loving you and music, music, music.
A young Austin playwright is making a name for himself by writing plays about famous people.
Roughhouse on the Red River; the inside skinny on who’s In and Out; the Census Bureau giveth and the Census Bureau taketh away; circulatory ailments for Dallas newspapers; the last warpath.
The rich and famous, the high and mighty, the beginning and the end.
Cultural triumph in San Antonio; mayoral high jinks in Matamoros; electoral tableau in Austin; political protest in Dallas.
Ante Up!
The doctors who police other doctors are hard on their errant peers-but are they finding all the offenders?
Alphabet blocks.
Ranger was the most romantic field in the early oil boom. Now a major company is risking its future to prove that romance still lives.
The glory days of the oil industry aren’t over; they’ve only just begun.
Two new restaurants in Dallas and Houston will save you a trip to Paris.
Dallas Civic Opera lured audiences back to the eighteenth century with its American premiere of Vivaldi’s Orlando Furioso.
Local Church members in Houston make sure God hears them; Trinity Baptist in San Antonio is confident it has God’s ear.
It’s time to stop taking care of the Arabs and start taking care of ourselves.
Aztec is gripping buts so gory you may have to read it with you eyes closed; Darlin’ Billadds patina to the Wild Bill Hickok legend; as a major American writer, Thomas McGuane has An Outside Chance; Louise Gluck again proves her power as a poet.
When buyers and sellers converge on Dallas’s Apparel Mart for a week-long orgy of fashionable commerce, high style and discriminating taste confront the cold reality of the bottom line.
Clements is ready for the Legislature, but is the Legislature ready for him?
That’s what the Legislature is here to do, and unless we’re lucky, it just may.
Lighting a stage for an operatic performance isn’t just a matter of flipping a switch.
Diane von Furstenberg is a one-woman event, from her DVF glasses to her purple lizard pumps.
Discount medicine needles doctors; open season on Democrats; meanwhile, back at Southfork; Dallas blacks are fed up—with busing.
Trusty scouts, perilous potholes, French fancies.
Rounding up rustlers in North Texas; shaping up mind and body at the Houstonian; chalking up a victory against infant deaths in the Valley.
You are what you eat, fatty.
Dress code.
Martin Scorsese’s Raging Bull is full of fancy footwork, but it doesn’t land many solid hits. Jack Lemmon deserves Tribute; The Competition is a winning film.
Honest.
The Texas education Agency’s recent report on teacher competency doesn’t make the grade.
Alan’s Texas Cafe in Austin is good eats with Alan; Don’s in Houston has Cajun food worth ragin’ about.
You’ll really groove on the teachings of the Today Church in Dallas; tiny Keene is a town for Seventy-day Adventists-all week long.
East is East, West is West, and in Texas the twain shall never meet.
Texas writers of historical romances spice up the old boy- meets-girl plot with more than a pinch of passion.
Stamp collecting a metal perfecting.
An Alley Theatre world premiere, To Grandmother’s House We Go was a play about family foibles that really hit home.
From pig pancreas pills to pyramid power ice trays, the cure-alls of these unorthodox healers are aimed at getting you back on the right wavelength.
What’s in store for ‘88; riding Reagan’s coattails; welcome to the great El Paso gold rush; Yankee lawyers invade Dallas.
Big wind, high tide, New Wave.