D Magazine March 1997

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BOOK REVIEW Reporting the Kennedy Assassination
By D Magazine
BUSINESS Dallas: New Capital of the Languedoc?
This little-known French region produced good wines, but didn’t know how to market them-until a Dallas importer popped the cork.
By Mark Stuertz
Celestial Pleadings
By D Magazine
Could the Deal of the Century Come Undone?
Almost 10 years after the fact, unsuccessful bidders raise questions about NationsBank’s purchase of First Republic Bank.
By D Magazine
D CityGuide DALLAS F ORT WORTH
By D Magazine
DINING OUT NEW RESTAURANT REVIEWS Escape to La Valentina For Authentic Mexican Flavor
Also: Margaux’s, Chihuahua Charlie’s and Yvette.
By D Magazine
EDUCATION A PARENT’S GUIDE TO SPECIAL-NEEDS SCHOOLS
More and more children are being diagnosed with learning disabilities, unable to handle conventional schools. Here are 15 schools in the Dallas area where help is at hand.
By Mary Candace Evans
FOR THE RECORD
By D Magazine
Getting Oriented in Dallas & Fort Worth
By D Magazine
HOME & DESIGN Downsized Decorating
It isn’t the size that counts. It’s what you do with it.
By A.E. M c G I L L
HOME & DESIGN Pieces of the Past
Architectural relies that speak of Dallas’ past survive because of this couple’s efforts.
By Dawn McMullan
LETTERS
By D Magazine
LUXURY HOMES Dollars in the Details
Architects make their mark on the city.
By SALLY GIDDENS STEPHENSON
MEDIA DID MARTY GRIFFIN GET CONNED?
Or, was Channel 5’s ace reporter a co-conspirator in the hoax of the decade? Either way, the story he broke turned him from Public Defender to Public Pariah.
By Christine Biederman
MEDIA HOW I GOT THE HOOK
HOW I GOT THE HOOK OR, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A LOCAL SPORTSCASTER WRANGLES WITH A CERTAIN TEAM OWNER.
By DALE HANSEN
MEDIA NOTES THE STAND-UP GUYS AT FOX 4
By D Magazine
PEOPLE WHY DOES DALLAS HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD?
The answers easy, once you think about it.
By Kimberly Goad
POLICE SALARIES
By D Magazine
RELATIONSHIPS The Sweet-Talking Swindler
A drink here, a favor there, and soon he was my best friend. He played me like a violin-to a tune he had played many times before.
By LEIGH EVANS