You pay for interest, gas, oil, repairs, and insurance. I pay for shoe leather.
A kindergarten teacher tells what she learned in school.
These are only aliases. Their real names are Mattox, Mauro, Richards, and Hightower. And they may be leading the Democratic party to its apocalypse.
Highly partisan justices are at the center of the Supreme Court scandal.
Should a judge’s friendships survive his election to the Supreme Court of Texas?
The biggest legislative bloodbath in 31 years is shaping up between Clements and Hobby. At stake: not only the state’s education budget but the economic and political future of Texas as well.
Had she joined some cause? Was it suicide? Or had she wanted to disappear? After months of searching, I found the answer.
Will deprivation, humiliation, and confrontation lead the way to a better, more confident you? A new self-help craze sweeping Texas wants you to think so.
ONE OF THE FEW COMPLAINTS we have ever heard about Castle Hill Cafe is that it is too loud—which is true. But the acoustics in this former grocery store built in 1896 are only partly at fault. Blame instead the multitude of loyal customers who flock to this low-key and
The departure of MCC’s chief signals a new beginning for the company—and an end to Austin’s high-tech boom.
In boom times, John Connally and Ben Barnes used their political magic to build a sprawling real estate empire. Now they’re in a desperate struggle to keep themselves afloat.
Thank God I’m sort of a grown-up.
Tapped by destiny, one man in Austin is forging an unlikely alliance between Texas oilmen and the friends of Israel.
The West Lynn Cafe is closed. The vegetarian Cosmic Cafe opened at this location in July 2005.
Proprietors of some of Texas’ priciest restaurants are spinning off more-economical eateries that are giving the originals a run for the money.
A look at Houston’s Meyerland, Dallas’ Munger Place, El Paso’s Sunset Heights, and Austin’s Hyde Park shows that few fights get the blood boiling like a good fight with a neighbor.
I smoked marijuana all day every day for several years. It took me almost a year to quit—and now I wonder if I’ll ever get straight.
Everyone agreed it was time for greatness at UT. But after a nationwide search for a new president, the only man the regents could agree on was a campus insider who professed no great vision at all.
Las Manitas Avenue Cafe is closed while the sisters prepare to open in a new location.
The rudest, crudest, and most obnoxious disc jockeys are on in the mornings. Here’s the best—or the worst—of the lot.
One of those places that a city has to have if it’s got any gumption at all.
Four of the many small high-tech companies betting that they have the excitement, momentum, market, and business savvy to succeed where others have failed.
The real Texas technology picture is much more intricate than either the mad hype of two years ago or the dire headlines of today make it out to be.
Hot, hot, hot! Here’s why grills have become the trendiest of the trendy restaurants in Texas.
One man’s Mexican pot is another man’s collectible.
In 1883 the University of Texas got stuck with two million acres of West Texas scrubland. Then it hit oil, and the money started rolling in.
Gary Bradley, a hot young land speculator in Austin, was in the middle of a $50 million deal when he ran into an outraged environmental movement and a lobbyist with some powerful clients. The fight was on.
Behind the scenes at regional headquarters—a sometime part-timer tells all.
Hundreds of new computer companies have made Texas the likely successor to California’s Silicon Valley, and it all started with two firms in Dallas.
When Bames-Connally Investments announced plans to build apartments in a South Austin neighborhood, the residents banded together to try to stop them. They won the battle but lost the war.
Austin’s Roy Spence parlayed his success in Mark White’s campaign into a job selling Walter Mondale to the American people.
When armadillos weighed three tons and the long horns were on dinosaurs.
Or, my life as a Texas gardener.
The new governor’s first hundred days were great theater, but now come taxes.
Texas' glass artists are leading a revolution in an ancient craft.
Does Texas’ greatest college coach miss football? Nope.
The university at one hundred; how good is it, really?
Multiple-choice question: UT’s Tom Philpott is (a) the best professor on campus, a selfless reformer, and the victim of an assassination attempt; (b) the worst professor on campus, a publicity hound, and a nut who staged his own shooting.
Anybody can get a job as a security guard. Anybody.
For years no one would drink Lone Star beer because rednecks did; then one enterprising man figured out that if it was marketed right, everyone would want to drink Lone Star precisely because rednecks did.
They used to be virtuous and wooden and they were good. Now they’re commercial and plastic and they’re great.
Parceling out three new seats in Congress sounds like an easy job, but the Texas Legislature tried for two months and couldn’t do it.
The last word on tortillas: how to make them, when to eat them, and why they should be in every artist’s studio.
Bill Clements, unmasked at last.
How you can—and why you should—go camping in the middle of the week.
State highway patrolmen hate the 55 mph speed limit almost as much as other Texas motorists do, and for better reasons.
Clements is ready for the Legislature, but is the Legislature ready for him?
That’s what the Legislature is here to do, and unless we’re lucky, it just may.
Here’s how to achieve inner peace, perfect serenity, spiritual calm, and a nice, neat lawn.
Bob Bullock, in his flamboyant style, built a powerful state agency. Then Bob Bullock, in his flamboyant style, was seduced by its power.