D Magazine December 1990

As a soldier in WW II, Joe Meador of Whitewright stole priceless art treasures from Germany. But that was only one of his secrets. Was he an art-loving patriot, or just a petty thief?

Will the minimalist chic of New York’s Barneys translate to froufrou Dallas?

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS . . . IS A BREAST IMPLANT?

Ye shall know them by what they give you- like it or not.

Dallas’s oldest living Bohemian opens a shop in the West End.

14-1 is just the start, say proponents of voting rights for resident aliens.

I don’t expect to be in politics very long, says Dallas’s controversial black Republican judge. But I have to be me for the rest of my life.

Eight years ago, Beth Rader was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, a mysterious, incurable disease that is stealing her mind and erasing her memory. Now she is helpless, like a child. But Frank Rader refuses to forget the woman she was.

When it comes to physical perfection, all is vanity and all is definitely not fair. But if you weren’t born with it, buy it-everyone else is.