D Magazine February 1991

WE DO SO YOU’RE A THIRTYSOMETHING BRIDE . . .

The fabulous Cotten brothers were a couple of divorced fat boys. Then they bought a billboard business, ate popcorn, and cha-cha’d their way to the top of Dallas society.

Perhaps it was my fate to become the grocer of unrequited love.

Driven by ambition and ideology, an awkward A&M economics teacher became one of the most formidable powers in Congress.
Now Phil Gramm is setting his sights on the White House.

A domestic spat resulted in a death. Should Panasonic pay?

A good teacher is a terrible thing to waste-especially in the DISD.

How to solve Dallas’s taxing problems? Bill the burbs, baby.

In Dallas, a neighborhood hangout may not be around the corner from your front door, but it sure feels like heme when you get there.

When Dallas police officers shot a young man after a high-speed chase, a grand jury was pressured not to indict them. You may not remember the case. The grand jurors have never forgotten.

Picture this: a photographic journey with the Cousteau crew.