Rags to Riches
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.
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.
Honest.
East is East, West is West, and in Texas the twain shall never meet.
Enter Ronald Reagan—the liberals’ true friend.
Because nobody at city hall is doing his job, that’s why.
The press keeps telling us how bad Carter and Reagan are, but let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
South Texas went into a frenzy preparing for Hurricane Allen, then the guest of honor never showed up.
Hurricane Allen proved that everyone talks about the weather but nobody knows much about it—least of all the National Weather Service.
Is inflation deflating your standard of living? You are not alone.
In Austin, experts in genetics are helping parents of children with birth defects come to terms with the most painful questions of their lives.
On the Move.
What you don’t know about your fire department could burn you up.
Poor Houston.
Four years ago we brought you the Best of Texas. Now we do it again— only better.
When black militant Lee Otis Johnson got out of prison his old friends welcomed him with open arms. Later, some of them wished they hadn’t.
Reading Big Oil’s annual reports for the truth about profits is a little like drilling for oil in the Baltimore Canyon: you know it’s there, but how deep will you have to go to find it?
Once again our presidential candidates are promising to get the government under control. Here’s why they won’t.
The biggest landholders in the state, acre by acre.
A lot of farmers and gardeners think Congressman Kika de la Garza is a pest.
None of the old clichés about voluntarism are true except this one: it works.
Nuevo Laredo’s Boys’ Town, where lost innocence meets failed dreams.
This is the question: is it a crime to be politically inept?
Democracy in America
Bob Bullock, in his flamboyant style, built a powerful state agency. Then Bob Bullock, in his flamboyant style, was seduced by its power.
Being autistic nearly ruined Michael Shipley’s life, but his parents sent him to a state mental hospital. Then Michael’s life was ruined for good.
Forgetting free trade, scrapping our factories, and other modest solutions to our economic troubles.
When the cable TV salesman comes calling, you should fully expect your city council to sell you down the river. Not that they mean to do it. It’s simply that history shows most city councils don’t know the first thing about cable. People who can barely figure out the briefs
Justices of the peace, maligned since the days of Roy Bean, don’t operate like other judges. But if lawyers want to get ride of them, they can’t be all bad.
In Texas the best way to get rich in cable television is to know just a little about TV and everything about politics.
No news is bad news.
Why Houston has the best schools in the state.
The Panhandle is home for the country’s only H-bomb assembly plant. Aren’t you glad we told you?
At Houston’s Jefferson Davis Hospital, the wonders of modern medicine collide with the raw realities of birth, poverty, neglect and hope.
Two questions about school desegregation: Is busing the only way? Are integrated schools inferior?
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Ask your garbageman.
If the eighties are here, where did the seventies go.
Behind the gleaming facades of many new apartment villages are the crumbling walls of next year’s urban blight.
There are two questions about John Connally: Is he good enough to be president? Is he too bad to be president?
A modest proposal for the eighties.
What’s what and who’s who in Texas real estate.
Architect John Staub, the forgotten genius of River Oaks, transformed a few nondescript Houston streets into Millionaires’ Row.
Nicaragua’s new junta may discover it’s easier to depose a dictator than to rebuild a ravaged country.
He believed in the American dream and it paid off.
Give me land, lots of land . . .
Faster than a speeding Master Charge, funkier than a garage sale, able to leap bad credit ratings at a single bound. Look, up at the sign! It’s a bank! It’s a store! It’s—Super Pawn!
Everyone in Austin loves sparkling Barton Creek—especially the developers.
Waltzing across Texas.
How did we get into this sorry energy mess? By making sorry decisions.