Minutia Man
Somewhere L.M. Boyd has an index card for everything.
Somewhere L.M. Boyd has an index card for everything.
Being Watergate special prosecutor was hard; writing a book about it was harder.
You can’t tell a Frenchman that football’s the wave of the future. But then, you can’t tell a Frenchman much.
New, authentic recordings of Messiah prove that less is more.
Balcones Fault is a show band with a head on its shoulders.
A child’s feelings about Christmas can pretty well be summed up in one word: loot.
Is it safe to fool with Mother Nature?
Sylvester Stallone proves that a boxer‘s rebellion still makes a good story.
Recipes to keep you on the sauce.
Poetry is in motion in Texas.
Turn a few new leaves this holiday season.
Don’t blame Darrell Royal for all those orange toilet seats.
New records, old musicians, and all that jazz.
The new campaign financing law takes all the fun out of fund raising.
Blues singer Johnnie Taylor worked long and hard to get where he is today—namely Dallas.
Two rotten apples don’t spoil a good bunch.
If the sound of children playing is not always music to your ears, don’t worry—you’re normal.
The tale of the man who made Dallas a film industry capital is no shaggy-dog story.
Dan Jenkins and Bud Shrake find the Limo scene semi-amusing.
Why would any woman risk life and limb on the rodeo circuit? Hint: it’s not for the money.
Why kids don’t grow up the way you want them to.
Nobody does a Hitchcock film like Hitchcock. Unfortunately, somebody else tried.
Sure you are. And we’re the Knights of the Round Table.
How to keep your complexion from getting skinned alive.
Why Houston should read it and weep.
Domestic bliss has seen better days than it sees in Shelby Hearon’s new novel.
Glenn Gould and Peter Serkin have always beenn far-out, but new recordings suggest a certain mellowing.
Why you shouldn’t lose any sleep over your congressman’s nocturnal habits.
Western swing will never die, and Bob Wills’ Texas Playboys will never retire.
Your doctor’s got some new ways of getting under your skin.
Bingo Long is a baseball movie even a non-fan can love.
How do you know when an artichoke has come of age?
There are five private banks left in Texas. Why?
Why the best years of our lives weren’t.
Even in the barren wilderness of West Texas there are a few places where you can feel at home on the range.
“Buy now, play later,” says the Dallas Theater Center.
If you thought this summer’s film lineup looked promising, pinch yourself. "The Big Bus" and "Logan's Run," are anything but a reviewer's dream.
Tipping is a game of give and take. If all goes well, both waiter and diner do a lot of both.
Introducing the perfect pickle.
Your next home movies may not win any Academy Awards, but at least they don’t have to be rated ZZZZzzzz.
When Dad Joiner signed away all his oil leases to H.L. Hunt, all the cards weren’t on the table. Some were still underground.
Some days it seems like the complaints about restaurant reviews will never stop: “My family and I drove all the way from * * * on the strength of your good ole Anonymous and, like him, we received no special services—all to the tune of $35.15 for four of us.
Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein's latest book "The Final Days" is just too much hocus-pocus.
The great Canadian railway bizarre.
What LBJ did best was wheel and deal. So what’s wrong with that?