Early results from sifting through a backlog of more than 6,600 evidence lockers include fresh convictions and hundreds of matches with the FBI’s national DNA database.
The veteran rapper won’t perform his music at Rice for any amount of money. School is for teaching.
Monarch numbers are way, way down, and what you’ve been planting to help them might be doing more harm than good.
Maybe it’s time we kick the mockingbird off its perch as the state bird and replace it with an avian friend with even more personality and visibility.
With the cyclist attempting to let his girlfriend take the blame for an alleged Aspen hit-and-run, he distances himself from the pack of fallen athletic heroes.
In most states, as the old saying goes, fifteen will get you twenty. In Texas, twenty can get you twenty, if you are employed by a school district in any capacity.
The New York Times’s latest stab at authentic Texas cooking is even weirder than most.
In their sixties Houston-based prime, the music of Bobby “Blue” Bland and his musical director Joe Scott was every bit as good as that of Frank Sinatra and Nelson Riddle.
A Texas couple dines with the late Ernie Banks at Harry Caray’s Steakhouse in Chicago, talking about everything but baseball.
An old friend says Houston’s Benthall, the alleged administrator of online drug emporium Silk Road 2.0, is an even unlikelier drug lord than Austinite Ross Ulbricht, who is currently on trial for running Silk Road 1.0. Which is not say that she thinks Benthall is innocent…
A few of our brainiest school’s most brazen assaults on common sense, good taste, and sacred Collies.
One of Houston’s most cherished art landmarks can’t survive the ravages of the climate or the loss of its hyperkinetic, ever-improvising creator.
A Cypress man is accused of paying $5,000 to take a hit out on his wife, and now the state is attempting to seize that money—money that presumably also belongs in part to the woman who was the intended victim the crime.