The Inside Story
Photo jock; teacher’s pest.
Photo jock; teacher’s pest.
North Dallas Forty scores but misses the extra point, Dracula bites off more than it can chew, and Peppermint Soda recalls with accuracy the bittersweet days of adolescence.
Some have said that life is a dance, and Deborah Hay makes you believe it.
Welcome to Dallas’ first Baptist, the largest Baptist church in the world, with a pastor and a service to match; a more modest path to religious enlightenment leads you to Houston’s Emerson Unitarian.
Waltzing across Texas.
Charles Portis’ new novel belongs to the tradition of great frontier yarns, but this time the young man goes south.
Houston National Bank’s ìLarger Canvas Twoî takes it to the streets.
Don’t look now, but the rather odd gentleman with the suspicious accent and outlandish military getup may not be exactly what he seems.
Grab your beach towel and bathing suit, but leave your car in the garage.
How did we get into this sorry energy mess? By making sorry decisions.
Or, how we can all stop worrying and learn to love the crunch.
Stars and stripes forever.
Texas, our Texas, all hail the mighty state-audiences applaud history plays in Galveston and Palo Duro Canyon.
Dallas is both a television show and a city, but at the Cattle Baron’s Ball you couldn’t tell which was which.
Crying over spilt oil, greedy doctors, and disappearing millionaires.
At midseason, long-suffering Astros and Rangers fans were having visions of grandeur. We hope they weren’t delusions.
Valley politicos block minority TV; Dairy Queens reign in small-town Texas; woman diver yearns for Acapulco cliffs; Houston takes its lumps.
Were the words of Russian exile Georgi Vins heard over the din of the Southern Baptist Convention?
A cabal of eighteen.
Clint Eastwood makes a break from Alcatraz; Barbra Streisand makes another silly movie; John Wayne is remembered as a consummate actor.
When gasoline is scarce, it’s not the end of the world.
Straight talk about gasoline supplies, prices, and profits from Texas’ most famous wildcatter.
If you’re sitting in a gas line and wondering who to blame for all this, here are some candidates.
Houston police said they shot Randy Webster because he pointed a gun at them. Randy’s father set out to prove they were lying.
Houston Grand Opera’s spring festival of operettas proved that golden-voiced, handsome men aren’t out of style. Dallas Symphony Orchestra’s Mahler festival had its good days and its bad days.
A Lutheran pastor in New Braunfels challenges his congregation; a Methodist minister in Dallas soothes his.
Running on Empty.
Houston Museum of Fine Arts exhibits the works of an unsung American artist. UT-Austin gathers the best contemporary art for “Made in Texas.”
Strawberry sodas, vanilla Cokes, grilled cheese sandwiches. That’s what we love about soda fountains.
Famous people, obscure people, fat people, skinny people all have to eat. That’s what we love about people.
Simmering pots of soul food. That’s what we love about the South.
Fast food is tasteless and vulgar. There are other good things about it, too.
China, crystal, waiters in tuxedos. That’s what we love about Tony’s.
Houston welcomes a classy Paris fashion designer with a rootin', tootin', ripsnortin' wild West show.
Staying up all night setting type may not sound like the good life, but it is.
Card tricks and vintage flicks.
Talent marries business sense at Dallas’ Theater Onstage.
A Paris fashion show and the cotton-eyed Joe, nowhere but Texas.
Texas real estate up for grabs; will Houston get a third daily newspaper?
Suffering the lines at the gas pump; gambling in the magazine business; a dragnet for the Southwest’s sneakiest thief; what’s Dallas’ secret?
Neither the Lone Star Café nor Debby Boone is what country music is all about, and a few Texas citizens are trying to set the record straight.
Leon Breeden’s jazz students at North Texas State University are already pros, and they have recorded two new albums to prove it.
Space cadet.
Experts say that the chemical residues in mother’s milk aren’t enough o harm a nursing baby, but how much poison is too much?
The Whole Shootin’ Match is a Texas film with Texas actors that took a year to get shown in Texas.
Friendly faces in friendly places. That’s what we love about our old favorites.