
June 2016

Features


Getting wet, getting scared, and getting my family a little closer to Texas at Schlitterbahn.

Two decades after killing Marjorie Nugent, Bernie Tiede was sentenced this spring for her murder—again. So what do we make of him now?

Relinquishing oneself to these green waters is a tradition that runs deep in my family.

Tying a Texas rig. Buying custom boots. Making a no-frills margarita. In this excerpt from How to Be a Texan: The Manual, Andrea Valdez explains how to behave like a native.


We’ve mapped out nineteen places to cool off the way nature intended by swimming, wading, and diving into Texas’s restorative waterways.

I never knew my father, a decorated World War II pilot who died before I was born. But a trek at age 67 to the site where his airplane crashed brought me closer to him than I’d ever dared hope.
Columns

They are successful, visionary, and humble. If only we could say the same for our presidential candidates.

Our estimable advice columnist on saying “I do” to a potbellied pig, bidding farewell to supper, giving your regards to Texas, and complaining about cold tortillas.

Discovering the joys of Friday Night Lights, ten years after everyone else.

How a computer-loving Texas Tech grad launched one of the fastest-growing megachurches in the country.

Reporter

All the Way playwright Robert Schenkkan on Donald Trump, George Wallace, and why Bryan Cranston makes a great LBJ.

Veggie tales from Brownsville in the early twentieth century.

Some crazy stuff went down in Texas in the past thirty days. Here are some of the headlines you may have missed.


What to read, watch, and listen to this month to achieve maximum Texas cultural literacy.

The Blackland Prairie becomes an unfortunate dumping ground.

Texas’s commercial and recreational fishermen are fighting it out over access to a once-imperiled fish.
Miscellany
Touts


Outside San Saba stands the last Texas suspension span still open to traffic.


When Austin’s vegetable-forward restaurant Gardner failed, the proprietors transformed it into Chicon, a place aimed at the (adobo-rubbed) meat and (fingerling) potatoes crowd.
