Q: I was born in Austin and have lived here almost my whole life. My wife was born and raised in New Orleans. After we got married, I convinced her to move to Austin. She loves it here, but she suffers so severely from cedar fever every year that she’s begun to talk about relocating to New Orleans. Can you recommend a cure for that pesky pollen?
Via email, Austin
In last month’s issue, Texas Monthly featured the woeful 2013 Houston Astros as one of the cover subjects for our 2014 Bum Steer Awards. Though the cover illustration was reviewed before publication by numerous writers, editors, and designers, none of them noticed that it featured outdated Astros uniforms that haven’t been used since 2012—and appeared to portray for
Step inside the door of the Oliver Saddle Shop and the earthy smell of leather overwhelms you. That’s partly because of all the horse-riding gear on the sales floor, but it’s also because of what’s going on in the back, where chaps, reins, and, most important, the company’s namesake saddles are handcrafted by the Oliver family, as they have been for almost a hundred years. Indeed, little has changed since 1917, when Claude Oliver bought an existing saddlery in Vernon and made it his own.
Our January issue featured the first gift of the new year: a very candid (and profanity-laced) interview with longtime UT booster Joe Jamail. Jamail’s comments—particularly those in support of his good friend and client Mack Brown—were like fresh bait thrown into a shark-filled comment tank.
He liked the song okay, but not the last line of the chorus: “Honey, I know your love won’t let me down.” Hallmark blather, he thought. The blind optimism nagged at him. Robert Ellis’s heroes are meticulous songwriters like Paul Simon and Randy Newman, and like them he worries each word until he’s certain it’s the right one. If he’s even a little uncertain, he puts the whole song in a drawer, from which it may not ever emerge.
It was a Monday morning in mid-December at the Los Angeles County Superior Court, the day of closing arguments in the matter of the Board of Regents of the University of Texas System v. Ryan O’Neal, and the show was just minutes from getting under way. Outside the courtroom, the players milled about. O’Neal was strolling down the courthouse hallway in a navy blazer, an open-collared light-blue shirt, and dark pants.
Imagine for a moment that you could bring together in one location the collections of every museum in Texas containing artifacts that pertain to the state’s history. In one enormous hall, stretching as far as the eye could see, would be gathered every piece of clothing, weaponry, art, machinery, and furniture left behind by prior generations of Texans.
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