The lost hopes of places like Belle Plain haunt Texas’ prairies.
Welcome—well, sort of—to San Antonio’s dowager bastion.
When liquor by the drink went into effect in 1971, Texas changed forever.
This clunky piece of machinery made Howard Hughes very rich. It is the first in our series of things that every Texan should know.
When it comes to flops and fiascos, Texans can outdo anyone.
The imminent demise of Austin’s famed music hall already has Texans singing the Armadillo homesick blues.
Although Texans make good friends, they make even better enemies.
Whether you drink champagne or beer, wear diamonds or rhinestones, one thing about Fiesta San Antonio is the same for everyone: it’s fun.
The riddle of the French explorer lies buried beneath the Gulf of Mexico, but what is it, where is it, and why, oh why, are we looking for it?
Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.
At the Fort Worth stockyards, cattlemen buy and sell amid the last vestiges of the Old West.
Miles from their nearest neighbors, beset by drought, debt, insects, and government, Panhandle farmers gamble everything to keep alive a tradition they can’t abandon.
It was Memorial Day weekend and the pickings were slim. Most of the ships that normally would have been in port lay anchored in Galveston Bay so they wouldn’t have to pay time and a half to longshoremen. The old longshoreman they called Goat made his rounds, cadging drinks and looking
Some disagree. They are wrong.
It is boorish, cluttered, aggravating, rich, beautiful, explosive, titillating, cosmopolitan, endearing, and has a full head of steam.
Big D is not called Big D for nothing.
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 committee
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You won’t find Greta Garbo at these classic establishments, but some things that happen there are straight out of a movie.
There’s a heaven for record collectors and it’s in the middle of West Texas.
The rodeo where it really doesn’t pay to win.
Southwestern is out, Southern is in. Here’s how to renew our charter membership.
What are the sixties’ radicals doing for an encore?
The roar of the grease, the smell of the corny dog.
A great photographer looks at plain people caught in the hard times of another Texas.
That’s what country music is, and that’s why it plays in Peoria.
Every small town is different; every small town is the same.
Elmer Wayne Henley is neither safe nor sorry.
Hugh Aynesworth can’t escape what he witnessed in 1963.
Lyndon Johnson left an indelible impression on people—and a few black and blue marks, too.
Sometimes the history books leave out the best part.
If you thought you knew, you were probably wrong.
The Alabama-Coushatta Indian Reservation is a braves’ new world.
From machismo to counterculture in one decade.
The war against pornography can get dirty.
Reflections on the disappearance of the independent Texan.
Five states are better than one, when they’re all named Texas.
How do you find a folksy town of 7,500 people 20 years later in a sprawling city of 110,000?
When John Neely Bryan built his cabin he didn't know what would happen to Big D as it grew, or why it would happen. A. C. Greene searches through old photographs and records to give us the answer.
Lee Harvey Oswald's mother wants to tell the world how she got out from under Jackie's shadow.
An Aggie views the closing of the Chicken Ranch. George Washington didn't sleep there, but many famous and unfamous Texans did.
Old Glory is a long way from Madison Avenue, and Bigun Bradley probably knew it.
A good woman finally marries the wild frontier man and saves him from himself. Manifestly destiny.
Cute Toot-TootAmtrak notwithstanding, countless unfulfilled railroad buffs still reside in Texas.For these unsatiated appetites, a genuine “little railroad that could” still makes daily runs in East Texas. The Moscow, Camden & San Augustine Railroad was begun in 1927 as passenger service between the sawmill town of Camden and the railroad
Some last words, reverent and irreverent, like Lyndon himself.
IF FORTUNE MAKES STRANGE BEDFELLOWS, the fortunes of death make the strangest of all. In the state cemetery in Austin, J. Frank Dobie, Ma and Pa Ferguson, and Big Foot Wallace lie within a 30-yard radius of one another. Their graves are near the top of a small hill which
A history of the Texas Rangers.