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Just the thing to go with barbecue or chicken-fried steak—a good bottle of Texas red. Wine, that is.
Houston catches up with itself.
A flood of new Brahms recordings that honor the composer’s 150th birthday reveals an oeuvre of surprising richness.
Texas’ beloved live oaks are falling victim to a creeping fungus, and no one knows how to stop it.
Every son sees his father as his greatest competitor—until the day he becomes a father himself.
Inspired by last summer’s media mania in Dallas, our expert offers a few suggestions for spicing up future nonevents.
Steve Martin’s new comedy All of Me is half-baked; The Gods Must Be Crazy is an amiable tall tale with giraffes; Tanya Roberts is sexy-heroic as Sheena, queen of the pulp jungle drama; Last Night at the Alamo is a rowdy last stand.
Most educational software relies on the same old rote drills and other negative techniques—only now kids get nuked for missing a math problem.
Winners and losers from the Republican convention; a crash course for butlers; biting the bullet in Orange County; the peculiar appeal of the Texas State Guard; a bookie tells his trade secrets.
Hunting gear that even Natty Bumppo would approve of.
Bullock brings a touch of Las Vegas to Texas; two Texas congressmen covet the same plum; an oil company sends a signal to Wall Street; a court fight could cost UT and A&M $20 million; a big man belongs in Houston.