Could Ray Fernandez, the grandson of a Mexican American maid, be the rightful heir to the vast Kenedy fortune, including the family's mythic South Texas ranch?
Eight years ago, 42 people in the West Texas town of Roby—7 percent of the population—pooled their money, bought lottery tickets, and won $46 million. And that's when their luck ran out.
The car crash that killed four teenage girls in Tatum last September is an East Texas version of a Greek tragedy, one that has forced the tiny town's residents to address some of life's most agonizing questions: When the worst things happenwhen the most heartbreaking events come into your life to staywhom do you blame? Whom should you blame?
A century after the cowboys and ranchers moved in on the local Apaches, Comanches, and Tejanos, the West Texas town is adjusting to a new breed of excitable invaders: Hollywood fashion arbiters, New York art- world youngsters, Houston superlawyers, and the like. Cappuccino, anyone?
Although some might consider the Kilgore Rangerettes an anachronism, every summer dozens of fresh-faced teens from around the state flock to East Texas to perfect a seemingly effortless hat-brim-touching high kick—and preserve one of the state's great traditions.
Community and continuity are key ingredients in the success of the Amarillo Junior League Cookbook, so too are hard work and cultivation as symbolized by the asparagus on the cover (it takes several years until the plant is ready to harvest). The cookbook, which was published in the league’s fiftieth…
In 1943 Ignacio Anaya was working as the maître d’ at the Victory Club, in Piedras Negras—across the Rio Grande from Eagle Pass—when a gaggle of officers’ wives from nearby Fort Duncan strolled into the place. With no chef in sight, the 49-year-old Anaya dashed to the kitchen, ingeniously piling…
I am ashamed to admit that I have sometimes been a little snarky about the quality of restaurants in small towns, but you won’t find me knocking ten-month-old Café 909, in Marble Falls. This Central Texas newcomer is a dandy. The eclectic artwork—such as a convocation of yellow-headed blackbirds—amuses…
And in Blanco, things are happening.
On September 12, 1940, the Kilgore Rangerettes stepped out onto the football field for their first performance—and changed the future of halftime shows at football games across the state.
In Italy, 45 miles south of Dallas, time seems to move unhurried for everyone.
Executive editor Skip Hollandsworth on Tatum and taking sides.
Senior editor Pamela Colloff on Roby, the lottery, and bad luck.
Associate editor Katy Vine, who wrote this month's cover story, "Alive and Kicking," talks about getting inside Rangerette culture.
Here's to the smallest incorporated town in the Lone Star State.
From Chef Mark Schmidt, Café 909, Marble Falls Buttermilk Dressing 1/4 cup plus 1 tablespoon mayonnaise 1/4 cup buttermilk 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar 1 tablespoon sugar 1 tablespoon roasted garlic purée 1/2 tablespoon Dijon mustard 1 tablespoon chopped mixed herbs (basil, parsley,…
Look who’s coming to Texas. P.J. O’Rourke The political satirist will be speaking at the University of Texas at Austin on September 16. Do you consider yourself a conservative humorist or simply a humorist? I consider myself a humorist who happens to be a conservative. I think that things…
Lubbock At the National Cowboy Symposium and Celebration September 912, some 25,000 people will converge in Lubbock to pay tribute to cowboy culture and Western history. Festivities include a horse parade, a Native American mini powwow, a chuck wagon cookoff, a nondenominational devotional service led by a cowboy minister, and…
Hundreds of thousands of music worshipers who have made the pilgrimage to Zilker Park the past two years to see their idols perform at the Austin City Limits Music Festival will no doubt make the journey again this year. The lineup, which includes Cat Power, the Pixies, Ben Harper and…
To say that the private prison in Eden doesn't creep out the locals is an understatement. They're downright thankful for the place.
My favorite not-so-small town.
Why do I live where I live? To get away from the Peruvian marching powderand because my door was ajar.