S. A. Split
The Cisneroses aren’t the only ones in the Alamo City fighting over their divorce.
The Cisneroses aren’t the only ones in the Alamo City fighting over their divorce.
“Mexico Mike” Nelson writes the book on seeing Mexico by automobile.
For the Bush administration, Lubbock is still the hub of popular opinion.
A breakdown in state tow truck regulation leaves motorists stranded.
In an affluent suburb of Monterrey, young Mexican professionals hunger for prestige and try to live like Americans.
After struggling to give up smoking, I have come to a compromise: Never smoke more than one cigarette—at a time.
Some Vietnamese immigrants live the American dream. But for the family of Vu Dinh Chung, the dream turned into a fatal nightmare.
Seven legendary Texas musicians who won’t ever let the music stop.
Black bears have returned to Big Bend National Park, and our author is determined to find one.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any pumpkins; they would have shown vividly the violence these guns could do. But we didn’t let that slight disappointment stop us. At a remote rifle range, we blasted away. Or, to be precise, I blasted away, as my two friends, a law enforcement officer and
Two San Antonio shows examine how Texas artists interpret the state’s past and present.
Her critics used to say that Houston’s mayor was a great administrator but a bad politician. Now, on the eve of her toughest race, her critics are saying just the opposite.
Pray for Baylor. The Baptists are calling each other flat-earthers and liberal parasites, and the school they call Jerusalem on the Brazos is caught in the middle.
Texas politics has seen its share of backroom deals, but for sheer brazenness, it’s hard to top the recent play by nineteen Democratic senators that effectively repealed the brand-new Senate redistricting plan and substituted their own creation—a nifty feat, considering that the Legislature was not in session at the time.
Austinite Rebecca McEntee’s nostalgic view of a Hill Country retreat appears in Texas on a Roll–Images of Texas by Texas Photographers (Thomasson-Grant, $50), a project of the state’s three chapters of the American Society of Magazine Photographers. Members were asked to submit the best of their work. Some 160 photographers
“The Texas 100” [TM, September 1991] refers to my attitude about George Bush and Dresser Industries. Dresser is a fine company with an excellent leader, Jack Murphy. We enjoy extensive business and personal relationships with that company; in fact, on my trip to Iraq we retrieved the Dresser employees and
Dallas’ Bonehead Club revels in a well-deserved reputation for contrariness.
New guides to Houston and Metroplex eateries hash it out.
The most satisfying part of being a Houston Oilers fan isn’t their record this season or quarterback Warren Moon’s command of the run-and-shoot offense or the way the home crowds get so worked up that they threaten to blow the roof off the Astrodome. No, it’s that distinctive drawl on
Troubles disappear when they’re seen in the proper light.
Trans-Pecos ranchers grapple with El Paso over the West’s most valuable resource.
The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, heroes of hippiedom, are alive and well and living in Paris.
When Lubbock-born songwriter Butch Hancock steps onstage, West Texas haunts his music.
Writer Rick Bass’s ornery, individualistic family has spent a generation explaining exactly who they are not.
But he’d rather not leave CBS to return to Texas, at least not yet.
Can you avoid criminal violence?
Blood in the Streets. Houstonians and homicide detectives struggle to cope with a deadly crime wave.
The ceremony was to honor the four-score living Texans who had participated in the Revolution. They were all quite old, of course. It had been 75 years since 1992, when Texas had become a breakaway republic and, like Tajikistan, Azerbaijan, and the Ukraine in Soviet Russia, sought independence from a
Lyndon Johnson understood all too well the advantages of being Billy Graham’s buddy.
Melissa Miller’s latest paintings are a dark departure from her past; a Rauschenberg retrospective examines his youthful eye.
All I wanted to do was photograph the running of the bulls. I never intended to risk my life.
Paris-based Sebastião Salgado was among the international corps of photographers who converged on Kuwait last February to document the oil-field inferno that the retreating Iraqis left behind. On assignment for the New York Times Magazine, Salgado also captured the crushing weariness of the firefighters, many of whom worked for Texas
Austin’s Kevin Schwantz is one of the world’s most famous and highest-paid athletes, and no one in Texas knows who he is.
Like Houston, the Galleria was hit hard by the bust. Now savvy marketing and a face lift have brought back its glamour.
Brown’s formula for success guarantees a happy ending.
Where else but Texas would a rocker go to record Buddy Holly?
A private club’s prolonged turf war of the sexes leaves everyone teed off.
It seems like only yesterday that media czar and San Antonio Express-News owner Rupert Murdoch rallied his troops in Texas’ most heated daily newspaper war with the battle cry “Bury the bastards.”
Recognition has come very late for Texas’ oldest living artist.
We’ve Never Been Licked, the World War Two vintage drama starring the Texas Aggies.
Jim Wright is passing out copies of his book again-and this time it’s required reading.
We bring you the heroes and the villains of the Capitol circus. Guess which list had more contenders?
We cleaned our plate at restaurants across Texas. Here are the results: 66 irresistible specialties of the house.
How a Fort Worth glass manufacturer became a modern-day medici.
Oilman, sports-man, high liver, Clint Murchison also knew how to write a good letter.
Sifting through stored collections, the Dallas Museum of Art discovers a tradition of spiritual subtlety among Texas artists.
Sure, they were gangsters, but they were our gangsters.