September 2006 Cover

ON THE COVER: Photograph by Peter Yang.

September 2006

Table of Contents

Features

And Saturday. And Sunday. The arrival of fall means weekends spent watching football, up close and on-screen, and yet another opportunity to love the greatest game on earth for all the usual reasons. Forty-nine of them, in fact.

Articles editor Brian D. Sweany talks about this month’s cover story on football.

by Jamario Thomas

Saying good-bye to my dear Phyllis was the hardest thing I’ve ever done—and losing her so suddenly didn’t make it any easier. But I know I’ll see her again someday.

When parents at St. Andrew’s Episcopal School, in Austin—where the Capital City’s moneyed elite have educated their kids for more than fifty years—rebelled against the teaching of Brokeback Mountain, it was, you might say, a learning experience for everyone involved.

Senior editor John Spong on writing about controversy at a private school in Austin.

But not just any. The Prime and Tanger outlets, in San Marcos, with Neiman’s Last Call and Saks Off Fifth and Polo Ralph Lauren and Zegna among their more than 225 stores, are the fourth most popular tourist attraction in Texas. Maximizing a trip to such a massive shopping mecca requires a carefully thought-out strategy. Fortunately, I have one.

By preaching that the Founding Fathers opposed the separation of church and state, David Barton has become the darling of evangelicals everywhere—and one of the most powerful Texas Republicans you’ve never heard of.

Senior editor Nate Blakeslee on interviewing Republican preacher David Barton.

Columns

Behind the Lines

My solicited two cents about the Republicans’ agenda.

Letter From Houston

Andrea Yates does battle with her demons. Again.

Letter From Mexico

Mexico in 2006 may not be Florida in 2000, but there are at least two similarities: The final results of its closest-ever presidential election are taking pretty long to determine. And however it comes out, a lot of people are going to be unhappy.

Sarah Bird

I’m a slob. There, I said it. Now don’t mess with me.

Reporter

Topic A

Hot enough for you?

The Horse’s Mouth

Mouth Kim France likes Old Navy—but not leggings.

The Sports Authorities

Handicapping the Big 12.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

Cows Inc.

Faith Bases

William Martin reviews our places of worship.

Encyclopedia Texanica

Who put the Bowie in the bowie knife?

Cojones

A tip of the hat to risk-taking, barrier-breaking, establishment-tweaking Texans.

Hollywood, TX

Revved up for Chainsaw.

Buy This Now

Drums you can’t beat.

Go

A starry-eyed getaway.

Texas Monthly Talks

Music Review

Music Review

Music Review

The Filter

Pat’s Pick

Miscellany

Editor’s Letter

Roar of the Crowd

State of the Art

A salute to some of our favorite gridiron heroes.

Web Exclusives

Contributing editor Dick J. Reavis on reporting from Mexico during that country’s presidential election.

A recent trip to the Schulenburg Festival left us wishing for the good old days.

In the fifties and sixties, the kings of the Dallas burlesque business were brothers Abe and Barney Weinstein, and their competition, Jack Ruby.

The mascots, the rituals, the hand signs—these are just a few of the reasons why we love Texas universities.

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