A Port Arthur resident wants to know what’s wrong with “BBQ*GNG” and “EAT@TACO.”
Pastor Buddy Blake led volunteers who help step in for the Department of Defense to honor fallen soldiers with a proper military burial.
Joshua Rodrigues opened a food truck to serve up good times and classic dishes to a community hungry for Cajun flavors.
Local petrochemical facilities pump out essential plastic goods—for gloves, masks, gowns, and more—as well as harmful pollutants.
Plus, a rare pink grasshopper was spotted in Travis County.
Holly George-Warren's biography of the Port Arthur singer covers the drugs and excess, of course. But it also uncovers the hard-working professional hidden behind all the live-hard-die-fast trappings.
The park offers quiet coastland and abundant wildlife, and feels like a defiant bulwark against some very particular cares of urban life.
You won’t roux the time you spend on this delicious stew.
With a major retrospective of his work at three Houston museums, Robert Rauschenberg is once again the talk of Texas. What’s he been up to? A portrait of the artist as an old man.
Which sports did Babe Didrikson dominate, and in what Hepburn-Tracy film did she appear?
Form follows dysfunction.
Janis Joplin’s life was about music, rebellion, and excess—but she was influenced most by her tormented relationship with the people and spirit of Port Arthur.
My father loved his job at a Gulf Coast oil refinery. In fact, he loved it to death.
In tiny Sabine Pass, two restaurants battle to see which will be the barbecued-crab master of the universe.
Never say Kant, Socrates it to ’em, and other collected wisdom from Texas’ Friday-night philosophers.
When Jimmy Lee, an unrepentant troublemaker, felt he had taken one insult too many from the powerful Fredeman family, he called in the law. The results of that action have exposed decades of larceny and corruption in Port Arthur and threaten a Gulf Coast empire.
He left his parents’ house in search of a world where things were black and white, where there were heroes and villains. What he found in the slums of Port Arthur was a world that would tolerate people like him-and take advantage of them.
They told me alligators don’t eat people. But when I found myself face to face with one in a dark East Texas swamp, I hoped they’d told him too.
Wrestling isn’t fixed; it was never broken.
Requiem for a musical heavyweight, the hard-singing, hard-living girl from Port Arthur.