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Just the thing to go with barbecue or chicken-fried steak—a good bottle of Texas red. Wine, that is.
Every son sees his father as his greatest competitor—until the day he becomes a father himself.
Texas’ beloved live oaks are falling victim to a creeping fungus, and no one knows how to stop it.
A flood of new Brahms recordings that honor the composer’s 150th birthday reveals an oeuvre of surprising richness.
Houston catches up with itself.
Most educational software relies on the same old rote drills and other negative techniques—only now kids get nuked for missing a math problem.
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.
Inspired by last summer’s media mania in Dallas, our expert offers a few suggestions for spicing up future nonevents.
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.
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.