Davy Crockett, Still King of the Wild Frontier
He was a master of tall tales and a genius at self-promotion. But was he anything more?
He was a master of tall tales and a genius at self-promotion. But was he anything more?
An enticing portfolio of what makes Houston Houston.
Its passionately loyal following may make this drink the last Texan soda pop on the planet.
You don’t have to be born here to qualify. The mark of a true native is an undying passion to be one.
To Texans, it’s the border. To Mexicans, it’s la frontera. It’s a hot, dazzling world where cultures clash and you’re never sure just where you stand.
Baby Calves, children, even the agriculture commissioner: no one is safe from this tiny deamon.
Without these funky watering holes, where would we—much less our cattle and sheep—be today?
Unlike the Alamo, which can seem as remote and mysterious as Stonehenge, the San Jacinto battlefield has few secrets. Its history lies close at hand.
At first, Hughes Tool used the count to plan its own future. Now an entire industry uses it to plan theirs.
When cedars start to mate, Texans start to suffer.
Tastes in livestock are as whimsical as tastes in fashion. This year petite is in.
The race war on the range.
Part of it was my fault. But I insist on sharing the blame with Tommy Tune, Judi Buie, Dan Jenkins, Mort Cooperman, Dandy Don Meredith, New York Daily News gossip columnist Liz Smith, a terrible—and now mercifully defunct—restaurant called the Dallas Cowboy, numerous Texas-based kicker-pickers like Willie Nelson, Jerry
A doll-like statue of sugar-cane fiber and clay came to San Antonio from a village in Mexico. Twenty-four hours a day, residents of the West Side visited Our Lady of San Juan de los Lagos.
Once upon a time the His and Her Gift reflected a Texas that was extravagant and maybe a little gauche. Now the gift is no less extravagant, but it’s a lot less, well, innocent.
People who have watched a certain prime-time soap opera think they know what goes on at the Petroleum Club. They don’t.
My father had to have an answer for everything—adultery, spiritual crises, the pigeons defecating in the church gutter. No wonder I didn’t become a preacher. The miracle is that my sister did.
Darrell Royal’s supremely simple invention took Texas teams to the top and kept them there.
Forget about waltzing across Texas. Let’s two-step instead.
It’s the best nickname you could have, even if you’ve never been to Texas.
Today’s cowboy can thank Hollywood designers for the shirt on his back.
He left his parents’ house in search of a world where things were black and white, where there were heroes and villains. What he found in the slums of Port Arthur was a world that would tolerate people like him-and take advantage of them.
We’ve gone from one end of the state to the other to bring you the best-ever list of Texas Bests.
It began in 1952 as a nostalgic recreation of the old cattle drive. Now it’s a grand annual party stretching across Texas.
The great Texas ranches and how they got that way.
“When the cowboys on the 06 ranch talked about losing a way of life, they often pointed to their neighbor, Clayton Williams, as an example of what they meant. He was a millionaire and an oilman, and he represented everything they hated.”
After encountering this small brown barb, the wise Texas child learns to pick and choose his fights with the landscape.
It’s not quite a lie and not quite the truth. It’s a patriotic duty.
Life after the oil bust is fair-to-Midland; bad News, hard Times in Laredo; I hear a timpani; a coach who believes winning is everything.
What is it that makes them dance across the desert night? A trick of physics—or something stranger?
From lacquered debutante to fossilized ol’ gal, her greatest virtue is endurance.
Pompeo Coppini’s heroic sculptures and European air were just what Texas’ fledgling gentry was hungry for in 1901. Since then his name has faded from memory, but his works endure.
Why are we crazy for Cadillacs, silly on Suburbans, passionate about pickups? Because Texans love their cars, that's why.
There’s a world of difference between an icehouse and a convenience store.
On Sunday it is legal to buy beer but not baby bottles, screws but not screwdrivers, disposable diapers but not cloth ones. No place but Texas.
Whether it’s made of straw or ermine, this is the cowboy hat.
The death of Uncle Henry saddened my whole far-flung family, but the gathering at his funeral was an occasion for telling stories and recalling the joys of a small-town upbringing.
Texas’ morning glory by thirteen photographers.
You may have played on one when you were a kid, but it’s no fun for cows.
It wasn’t the classiest place in Pharr to grow up, but it had tough truckers, sassy waitresses, and some of the best fry cooks in the Valley.
If it wasn’t for the song, no one would remember Emily Morgan, but she launched a nation by diverting Santa Anna at San Jacinto.
There’s no point in grousing about Texas’ minor shortcomings. Why not just roll up our sleeves and make it perfect once and for all?
In the sixties a small company in Medina produced a wooden box decorated with rhinestones. It became a Texas tradition.
Yes, Virginia Sue, Texas really does have its own holiday traditions.
December 1941 in Clarksville was a time to celebrate peace on earth amid the rumblings of war.
They are the quirky enterprises that offer two things under one roof—like shrimp and guns, steaks and loans, or eggrolls and gasoline.
Texans are sometimes driven to drink.
These days it seems every five-acre ranchette flaunts a gate worthy of the XIT.
Life is tough all over, but especially for Juniors.
Kids, house, husband—these are the natural enemies of a well-ordered day.