Sissy Farenthold’s family has long battled with its capacity for self-destruction. With the disappearance of her youngest son, the battle is once again joined.
Three Spanish missions are El Paso’s own heaven on earth.
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.
It chopped, it scraped, it cut, it carved! Texas’ own Alibates flint helped civilize a continent.
A man with big ambitions, Paul Rush bought his way into San Antonio society. Too bad the money he spent wasn’t his.
This year is the twenty-sixth anniversary of the hardest test I ever took. Then, about to graduate from college with an English degree, I had been in school for so long and had liked it so much that I had no particular yearning to go out into the world. Perhaps
Part history, part gossip, part stream of consciousness, Mattie Dellinger’s talk show speaks to the heart of Center, Texas.
With the never-ending school finance crisis entering its umpteenth round, Governor Ann Richards and Lieutenant Governor Bob Bullock appear to be on a collision course. Richards has decided that the educational problems of public schools should be considered along with their funding problems. Bullock has decided just the opposite. The
Photojournalist Jim Cammack was struck by an odd sight at Sweetwater’s annual spring rattlesnake roundup: a man with a tail. No, the man, a Jaycees volunteer, was not participating in a roundup-sanctioned snake-wrestling contest. He was demonstrating one technique for holding the powerful Western diamondback while milking its venom.
As a female member of Texas A&M’s Parsons Mounted Cavalry (“one of the units most determined to remain all male”), I want to clear up some of the misconceptions in Mimi Swartz’s “Love and Hate at Texas A&M” [TM, February 1992]. I have been a Drill and Ceremony
From Avner Samuel, chef owner of Avner’s, Dallas.
Suzanne Coleman reveals the secret of her success: “You have to be a sentimental fool.”
Arms maker Jim Leatherwood produces one ugly gun.
Water acts may ebb and flow, but since 1950 the polyester-clad mermaids at San Marcos’ Aquarena Springs have barely had time to keep their heads above water. Their subaquatic dances are a tribute to the popularity of such swimming celebrities as Esther Williams and Johnny Weissmuller, a testament to
Larry Peterman is a revisionist where suckers are concerned. His new tequila lollipop con gusano (complete with the worm) is his take on making hard liquor palatable: “We tried using mescal,” he says, “but it tasted so bad—kind of like burned dirt with rubbing alcohol—that nobody would eat it.”
Igor Fedotov and Eugene Cherkasov fiddle around in Midland.
The Choctaw Nation’s cavernous hall accommodates a weekly flood of fanatical game players.
Chicken Tikka with Yellow Lentils and Crispy Pappadums Yellow Lentils 2 tablespoons each celery, onion, and bacon, finely chopped 1⁄2 ounce olive oil 5 cups (40 ounces) chicken stock 2 tablespoons curry powder 2 cups dried split yellow or pink lentils Kosher salt to taste Sauté celery, onion, and bacon