The ceremony was to honor the four-score living Texans who had participated in the Revolution. They were all quite old, of course. It had been 75 years since 1992, when Texas had become a breakaway republic and, like Tajikistan, Azerbaijan, and the Ukraine in Soviet Russia, sought independence from a
My eyes are on the road ahead, but my ears are in a book.
The big buyout.
Literary terrorists.
The guilty set free.
A customs seizure raises a perplexing question: Who owns our past-Texas or Mexico?
Backward and forward.
From Sin Street to Fun Street
Waiting for anointment.
The Baptist guerrilla.
Silver or Mickey Mouse?
Heroes in the shade.
Not so hard-core.
Johnny Chan became a champion through nerve and dedication—and every now and then a few good hands.
As Texans’ pride of place rose with the price of oil, collectors scrambled for the few documents of the Texas Revolution. Suddenly there seemed to be plenty to go around. But no one thought to ask why.
Beyond Cisneros.
Three years and $400,000 later.
The case against conspiracy.
SMU’s fall socer season had cheerleaders; it had a band; it had pom-pom girls. What it didn’t have was excitement.
Texas With Tumors?
Duked and Bushed.
To Preach or Teach?
Messin’ with Texas.
Fun voting no.
Prom night.
A separate peace.
Travis or Tejano?
Conover Hunt and the Sixth Floor Museum.
White cop, black man.
In 1973, from an office we shared with a colony of bats, we started a magazine about Texas.
The big squeeze.
The World War I theory of law.
Takeovers and green bananas.
