Meet the Beetles
Up close and personal with our expanding entomological universe.
Up close and personal with our expanding entomological universe.
God save the queen! A Dallas hotel company has won the right to manage London’s most exclusive property.
If Ross Perot is president, he’ll be judged by how well he plays hardball with Congress. Here’s how he played hardball with me.
It’s his race to win—or lose.
Ten years ago I guess you could call yourself a Texan if you hadn’t been to the Offshore Technology Conference in Houston, but an easy conversance with the OTC and its ways certainly bolstered your credentials. Back then the OTC was, like riding a horse or drinking a beer in
Some restaurants are so intertwined with the identity of a city that the place is unthinkable without them. London minus the Sherlock Holmes pub? Inconceivable. Paris sans La Tour d’Argent? C’est impossible. Houston without the Rivoli? No way. For seventeen years, the Rivoli (at 5636 Richmond), with its latticed garden
The fire of democracy has yet to warm Moscow’s soul.
Maybe not. But then again, the veteran Texas pol has never taken no for an answer.
Critics call it brutal and barbaric, but it may be the most effective treatment for sex offenders.
The ravenous whitefly is after our crops—and insecticides don’t even faze it.
Opponents muck up the fate of Texas’ best swimming hole.
Rains uncover an ancient dinosaur playground in an Austin park.
A librarian takes San Benito’s city hall by storm.
Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly—and some folks don’t feel alive unless they’re staring at a blank sheet of paper.
San Antonio’s colorful barrio murals give troubled teens a creative outlet for their restless energy.
When millionaire tennis star Martina Navratilova and her lover went to court, it was the lawyers who won.
A trip to the Hill Country’s quirky gems will cool your city sensibilities.
Scenes from spring vacation 1992 on Texas’ Gulf Coast.
You think you have a bad job? Every day, animal abuse investigators see things that shouldn’t happen to a dog.
“I’m not crazy about chiles,” says chef Gerard Bahon, in a formidable French accent that has successfully resisted Americanization for more than twenty years. So at his Arlington restaurant, Bistro Bagatelle (406 W. Abrams), the native of Brittany eschews the potent ingredients of Texas’ Southwestern cuisine in favor of the
It chopped, it scraped, it cut, it carved! Texas’ own Alibates flint helped civilize a continent.
With the never-ending school finance crisis entering its umpteenth round, Governor Ann Richards and Lieutenant Governor Bob Bullock appear to be on a collision course. Richards has decided that the educational problems of public schools should be considered along with their funding problems. Bullock has decided just the opposite. The
Photojournalist Jim Cammack was struck by an odd sight at Sweetwater’s annual spring rattlesnake roundup: a man with a tail. No, the man, a Jaycees volunteer, was not participating in a roundup-sanctioned snake-wrestling contest. He was demonstrating one technique for holding the powerful Western diamondback while milking its venom.
As a female member of Texas A&M’s Parsons Mounted Cavalry (“one of the units most determined to remain all male”), I want to clear up some of the misconceptions in Mimi Swartz’s “Love and Hate at Texas A&M” [TM, February 1992]. I have been a Drill and
Suzanne Coleman reveals the secret of her success: “You have to be a sentimental fool.”
Arms maker Jim Leatherwood produces one ugly gun.
Water acts may ebb and flow, but since 1950 the polyester-clad mermaids at San Marcos’ Aquarena Springs have barely had time to keep their heads above water. Their subaquatic dances are a tribute to the popularity of such swimming celebrities as Esther Williams and Johnny Weissmuller, a testament to
Larry Peterman is a revisionist where suckers are concerned. His new tequila lollipop con gusano (complete with the worm) is his take on making hard liquor palatable: “We tried using mescal,” he says, “but it tasted so bad—kind of like burned dirt with rubbing alcohol—that nobody would eat it.”
Igor Fedotov and Eugene Cherkasov fiddle around in Midland.
The Choctaw Nation’s cavernous hall accommodates a weekly flood of fanatical game players.
Part history, part gossip, part stream of consciousness, Mattie Dellinger’s talk show speaks to the heart of Center, Texas.
If Congressman Charlie Wilson has his way, the humble wood chip will be the focus of a trade war between East Texas and Japan.
Sissy Farenthold’s family has long battled with its capacity for self-destruction. With the disappearance of her youngest son, the battle is once again joined.
Vintage Texas postcards depict larger-than-life views in hyper hues.
From the YMCA pool to the ocean blue, I’ve always been at peace in the deep.
Three Spanish missions are El Paso’s own heaven on earth.
For six years, my landlord and his wife were the perfect neighbors. Then he was accused of murdering her—and suddenly I didn’t know what to believe.
A man with big ambitions, Paul Rush bought his way into San Antonio society. Too bad the money he spent wasn’t his.
This year is the twenty-sixth anniversary of the hardest test I ever took. Then, about to graduate from college with an English degree, I had been in school for so long and had liked it so much that I had no particular yearning to go out into the world. Perhaps
Beyond Beef blames cattle for the decline of civilization—not to mention famine, pestilence, destruction, and death.
EVEN AS CHARGES FLY OVER the awarding of state lottery contracts, the next battle over gambling is taking shape for the 1993 legislative session. This time the issue will be casinos—on riverboats and on land. Lloyd Criss, a former legislator from La Marque, in Galveston County, who is now the
The grand scenery of the American Southwest draws hordes of tourists bent on capturing calendar-perfect panoramas on film. In “Revealing Territory: Photographs of the Southwest by Mark Klett,” an aptly titled show opening March 14, the Amon Carter Museum in Fort Worth presents quite different views, ones that the vista-hungry
THE 1992 BUM STEER AWARDS” [TM, January 1992] recognized the Texas Department of Agriculture for fining an aerial pesticide applicator $1,250 for mishandling a chemical. What the piece failed to note were the constraints that bind our enforcement proceedings.The TDA is bound, by legislative action and by
Dallas sportswriter Skip Bayless takes his column high tech.
An ethnic club’s new home brings a touch of Germany to San Antonio.
A third-generation rancher rebuilds his spread by just saying no to cattle.