And could converting streets to two-way revitalize blighted sections of Texan inner cities, especially Houston’s still-moribund downtown?
My great-great-grandfather James Avery Lomax was a plainspoken racist and illiterate slaveholder, but he was still a man worth honoring. As were many other former Confederates. Their Lost Cause, on the other hand, can go to hell.
The Confederate Memorial of the Wind in Orange will remind 55,000 motorists a day of the rebel heritage many Texans would just as soon forget.
Meet the Longhorns’s erudite, innovative, and fatherly new hoops coach.
Or perhaps a more fitting and respectful fate is to just let the structure crumble, to go the way of the ancient ruins.
Beset by high-end interior Mexican, mid-range fajita-and-’rita chains, budget taquerias, and taco trucks—and whatever Torchy’s is—Houston’s old-school Tex-Mex is fading away.
For the past ten years, the notorious, newly minted documentary superstar has been relaxing in affluent obscurity in Houston’s most fashionable areas, not creeping people out at all—most of the time.
In the aftermath of the racist Sigma Alpha Epsilon video, Texas is in no position to throw stones at Oklahoma. And we are not alone in that, sadly.
More than 1,100 calves have vanished into thin Panhandle air. Poof, gone. Looking at the numbers of this landmark cattle theft.
There’s no such town, no cops were fired, and the drop in crime is debatable. The rest is spot-on.
Despite a century of homegrown rebranding efforts, some historians believe Texas remains as Dixie as ever.