Hooping It Up
Pickup basketball is not a pastime for the lily-livered or the lackadaisical.
Pickup basketball is not a pastime for the lily-livered or the lackadaisical.
Then grab your platters and step into the golden era of rock ën’ roll.
Everyone in Austin loves sparkling Barton Creek—especially the developers.
Charles Mingus was a great jazz musician with a sharp mind, an impeccable sense of rhythm, and a mighty powerful fist.
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.
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.
At midseason, long-suffering Astros and Rangers fans were having visions of grandeur. We hope they weren’t delusions.
Were the words of Russian exile Georgi Vins heard over the din of the Southern Baptist Convention?
Clint Eastwood makes a break from Alcatraz; Barbra Streisand makes another silly movie; John Wayne is remembered as a consummate actor.
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.”
Staying up all night setting type may not sound like the good life, but it is.
Talent marries business sense at Dallas’ Theater Onstage.
A Paris fashion show and the cotton-eyed Joe, nowhere but Texas.
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.
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.
Houston Opera Studio’s students learn their way into the limelight.
Congregation Beth Israel in Houston remembers the Holocaust quietly; Allandale Baptist Church in Austin isn’t quiet about anything.
Fill ‘er up, but don’t spill any gas on my Ralph Lauren boots.
Five new books: three thrillers, one chiller, and a swan song.
Did Helmut Gernsheim make a mistake when he sold his priceless photography collection to UT?
A husband and wife decide sterilization is the best answer for birth control; the question is-who does it?
Melodrama Theatres in Austin and San Antonio keep the popcorn flying. Coward and Shaw play Dallas and Houston.
Who’s calling the balls while the major league umpires are out on strike?
Filmmakers hoped to be money-makers by the end of the ninth annual U.S.A. Film Festival in Dallas.
Summer and gazpatcho—you shouldn’t have one without the other.
At the Southwestern Regional Ballet Festival in pre-tornado Wichita Falls, the politics were hotter than the dancing.
And, if they’re the Texas Boys Choir, pretty good ones at that. San Antonio opera gets an overhaul.
April is the cruelest month, and tornado-struck Wichita Falls knows why.
Will the Episcopalians inherit the Methodists and Baptists? Will the Pentecostals inherit some tact?
Two novels with novel views of frontier days. And, Howard Hughes revisited by two reporters who leave no stone of his rocky history unturned.
Photographer Harry Callahan gets the picture. Painter Robert Levers gets his message across loud and clear.
Dallas Theater Center’s third Playmarket offers a crop of fresh plays. Plus, short musings on other Texas treasures.
Sherman’s First United Pentecostal Church believes persecution is good for the soul.
You may have to bar hop to find Austin’s best-kept musical secret-Uncle Walt’s Band. And, presenting the annual Buddy magazine music awards, sealed with a kiss.
Who cares about the food when the cook is Truman Capote?
The Innocent isn’t really for innocents. Hair isn’t really for anybody.
Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.
Houston Grand Opera took the sugar out of La Traviata. Fort Worth Symphony’s John Giordano does modern music Rite.
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing; we chasten and hasten to tell you all about it.