A son of the oil patch chases the new boom in South Texas.
The Tall City gets taller.
George Mitchell didn’t set out to launch one of the biggest oil and gas rushes in world history—he just wanted to coax some more gas out of an old well near Fort Worth.
When Playboy Enterprises—yes, that Playboy Enterprises—erected a forty-foot-tall sculpture near Marfa, it was convinced the town would appreciate its take on the local art scene. Instead it started a revealing debate.
After President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, scores of Americans wrote letters to the first lady to express their grief. The most heartbreaking were those with a Texas return address.
For fifty years, journalist Hugh Aynesworth has been one of the foremost authorities on the Kennedy assassination for one simple reason: he saw it all.
The good, the bad, and the most self-indulgent of this year’s JFK assassination books.
“Our bedrooms are no longer bedrooms. They are offices and living rooms and playrooms.”
Matthew McConaughey plays a bigoted man dying of AIDS in Dallas Buyers Club—and proves once again that he should be taken seriously.
When Robert Glasper won a Grammy for Best R&B Album, no one was more surprised than the Houston-born jazz pianist himself.
For half a century the world has regarded the Dallas of 1963 as a city of hate. But as JFK knew when he got there, that wasn’t the whole story.
A lucky respite at the Marriott.
You may go for the solitude, but in the stark expanses of far West Texas, you’ll still find plenty of friends.
What would the holidays be without this nutty side dish?
Denim has never looked or lasted better.
November’s must-attend concerts, shows, and festivals.