There is something wonderfully anachronistic about traveling by train in this modern age. And I’m not talking about workaday back-and-forth commuting on some dreary regional transit full of pallid stiffs. Quite the opposite: I mean real rail travel, travel the old-fashioned way—a weekend summer sojourn by way of a
The award—a record high for a Justice Department environmental settlement—will go toward restoring sites harmed by uranium mining, chemical manufacturing, waste dumps, and other operations overseen by Anadarko’s subsidiary Kerr-McGee.
Houston, Dallas, and Fort Worth are working with the private transportation company Texas Central High-Speed Railway to pursue its goal of transporting riders between the Houston and DFW metro areas in about ninety minutes.
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In August a recording surfaced of the lieutenant governor asking the Allen Police Department to help spring a recently arrested relative from jail. As one unsuspecting pizza salesman also learned this year, it wasn't the only time the lite guv not so deftly attempted to throw his weight around.
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Q: I’ve had a tailgate party in the same spot for just about every Aggie home game since R. C. Slocum’s last season, in 2002. This year I’d like to make the move to a different spot, on the other side of the stadium, but it’s between two established tailgates, and I
Q. I am an avid South Texas hunter. A while back, I was en route to Concan and stopped to get gas when I saw a group of grown men shamelessly flaunting their pink camouflage hats and shirts. In almost three decades of hunting I have never seen a pink