In heavyweight boxing—and in the glare of media lights—it helps to be larger than life. Ask George Foreman, 1994’s comeback kid.

For twenty seasons Austin City Limits has been the elite soundstage of American popular music. And it keeps getting better.

An Austin City Limits scrapbook.

With a computer and a modem, anyone can ravel the state on the information superhighway, but it helps to have a road map. A complete guide to Texas on-line.

On a sleepy day last September, two women came barreling down Route 66 with five police cars in hot pursuit. A tiny Panhandle town will never be the same.

He’s part Susan Powter, part David Letterman, part Dagwood Bumstead—and more.

The office of governor is constitutionally weak, but don’t tell that to George. W. Bush.

Without constant care, victims of an obscure genetic disorder would eat themselves to death.

There ought to be a law against the Texas bar exam. It’s irrelevant, illogical and just plain nutty.

Preacher Howdy Fowler dreamed of crossing the West by camel. Many spine-jarring miles later, his wish has come true.

A trip to Guatemalan jungle reveals the splendid ruins of Tikal and the mystereries of the ancient Maya.

Kids shouldn’t be allowed to ride in the back of pickups. Soon—thanks to Lubbock’s Karen Slay-they won’t.

Houston’s gonzo TV reporter Wayne Dolcefino is the best show in town.

Cyriz is dueling industry-gian Intel in a showdown for the fastest computers in the West.