How 89-year-old Harvey Penick turned life’s lessons into a best-selling book—and followed it up with another master stroke.
Dallas police say Charles Albright is the coldest, most depraved killer of women in the city’s history. To me, he seems like a perfect gentleman. Maybe too perfect.
Twenty years ago, we were two-steppers. Now we’re twelve-steppers, thanks to a set of self-help gurus.
Janis Joplin’s life was about music, rebellion, and excess—but she was influenced most by her tormented relationship with the people and spirit of Port Arthur.
For six years, my landlord and his wife were the perfect neighbors. Then he was accused of murdering her—and suddenly I didn’t know what to believe.
Sure, they were gangsters, but they were our gangsters.
Boxing caught its second wind when George Foreman went the distance with the champ, Evander Holyfield.
To understand Wanda Holloway’s dark and desperate story, you have to start with where she came from.
When the IRS seized all that Willie Nelson had, it was a case of the man who can’t say no meeting the men who won’t take no for an answer.
Are good times and fun pranks giving way to racial slurs and ritualized violence? An inside look at UT’s fraternity row.
When San Antonio’s Memorial Minutemen took on a crosstown rival, all they had to lose was their chance to go down in history as Texas’ worst high school football team.
The disappearance of a University of Texas student in Matamoros led police to the discovery of a drug-dealing cult whose rituals were not only unholy but unthinkable.
They were elderly people, flattered by the attention of a nice young man. But sometimes it’s a mistake to depend on the kindness of strangers.
They were the classic Texas Indians—fierce, majestic, and free. Today’s Comanches find their lives defined by legends and bitter truths.
Houston’s city controller prided himself on being the most scrupulously honest politician in town. So why did he sign his name to someone else credit card?
When Houston’s rich and powerful join forces with environmentalists to battle big corporations, they can be fighting over only one thing. Garbarge.
What astronaut Alan Bean saw on the moon changed his life. Now, with paint and canvas, he’s trying to let the rest of us see it too.
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.
With the help of a friendly banker and some friendlier politicians, Clinton Manges conquered might Mobil Oil and saved his empire. But not for long—it’s in jeopardy again.
Clinton Manges built his empire on brushland and oil wells, political contributions and lawsuits. His influence extends to the state capitol and oil company boardrooms. To get where he is, he studied under three masters of South Texas.
From his early days in Big Spring, Eugene Anderson wasn’t what he seemed; neither was the mysterious element he later claimed turned water into fuel.
Charlie Brooks was the first man to die by lethal injection, but everyone wondered whether he or his partner was the real murderer. In his last days, Brooks answered that, and other questions.
Textbook watchdogs Mel and Norma Gabler are good, sincere, dedicated people, who just may be destroying your child’s education.
Houston’s black elite have come a very long way to live in MacGregor Way, the swankiest black neighborhood in Texas, but they still don’t feel safe.
His first spacecraft blew up on the pad and his primary investor died, but the first free enterprise rocket finally flew from Matagorda.
Saint Paul said that a little wine is a fine thing. He must have known something.
Hugh Roy Cullen found the oil and made one of Houston’s great fortunes; now his grandson is spending his inheritance like there is no tomorrow, and suing for more.
Welcome to Highland Park, a small town right in the middle of Dallas where the living is easy and time stands still.
Perhaps. At least they’re on the right track and trying hard.
Houston police said they shot Randy Webster because he pointed a gun at them. Randy’s father set out to prove they were lying.
How the world’s largest corporation decides who will make it too the top—and who won’t.
At the Fort Worth stockyards, cattlemen buy and sell amid the last vestiges of the Old West.
Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.
Cockfighting is probably cruel and certainly illegal, which are only two reasons that attract its aficionados.
Fess up now. In your heart of hearts, don’t you hate it, too?
We will all grow old; but, as Maurice Chevalier says, “That’s not so bad when you consider the alternative.”
Hey, buddy, can you spare a dime?
A good country dog is loyal, obedient, and knows the difference between a chicken and a possum.
The pioneers who came to tame the West met their match in the land of Giant.
Praise the Lord for gentle creatures and pass the ammunition.
Leon Jaworski is cleaning up again.
Across the river and into the brush; an eyewitness account of the journey of two wetbacks.
The Orange Show’s 75-year-old creator, Jeff McKissack, still goes dancing and is sure he will live to be a hundred. Never heard of the Orange Show? Then you’ve missed a razzle-dazzle piece of American folk art—an amusement park/sideshow that looks like a topless castle designed by a…
One week with a thousand cheerleaders.
Roger Staubach is one Cowboy who always wears a white hat.
Try the house wine; I made it with my own feet.
In the bush leagues, rooting for the home team can be a humbling experience.
There’s more at stake than money when two hustlers cue up.
I escaped once, but they sent me back.
If you ever go to Houston, you’d better walk right. You’d better not gamble, and you’d better not fight.