Back to the Past
With Henry Cisneros out of office, opponents shoot down a tax increase, and San Antonio retreats to 1980.
With Henry Cisneros out of office, opponents shoot down a tax increase, and San Antonio retreats to 1980.
The Lone Star State had top billing in many a grade-B western, and the proof is in the placards.
The guilty set free.
Drawing from its extensive Texas art collection, Houston’s Museum of Fine Arts has assembled a concise survey of a vast subject.
Whether it wells from the high pine walls of East Texas, the haunted valleys of the Hill Country, the violent uplifts of the Trans-Pecos, or the salty, low-relief vistas of the coastal plains, the Texas myth shapes and claims us all.
For some, work is its own reward. For others it is a compromise, a trade-off to some ulterior purpose. And yet it is the work that defines us. There is something in the doing that gives us stature and makes us whole.
Texas was founded by risk-takers, place-makers, and folks on the run, and their spiritual descendants are our common stock. Our heritage is not a concert for the fainthearted, but if you hear the music, you’ll want to dance.
Our search for identity is really a search for familial bonds. By our children and our parents, by our forebears and our closest friends, by the reflections of those with whom we surround ourselves, so shall you know us.
When oil and real estate boomed, a lot of Texans rode the tiger. But the beast turned, and those who weren’t devoured faced the prospect of limping back. It has been a long but not uninteresting trip.
Forty-two extraordinary tales from forty-two ordinary Texans.
Touching bases at the Pentagon; the next lawsuit after school finance; the hidden battle for control of the Legislature.
Steering clear; bucking the system; finding themselves.
Entertainer John Armstrong applies the scientific method to children’s birthday parties.
The bands play on and on and on in Austin.
Stubb’s barbecue, with a side order of blues, hits the road again. Destination: Lower Greenville.
Architects are up in arms over plans for the Kimbell.
An Alpine weekly digs up all the news that’s fit to print—and then some.
Face it, life isn’t fair. The cards fall in random patterns, and for every winner there is an uncomfortable number of losers. But what goes around comes around, and in the seeds of calamity we often find new beginnings. Mary Margaret Adams. To Russia With Love. Letty Banda. Be It
Drew Allen, a co-owner of San Antonio’s Liberty Bar, came across this custardy buttermilk pie recipe in an out-of-print forties cookbook. The pie was powerfully sweet for modern taste buds, so Allen halved the sugar to come up with his restaurant’s most popular dessert.4 ounces frozen butter 1 ounce cold
Codependency leaders preach that we are the victims of a psychological plague. It remains to be seen whether they are selling us a valuable insight or merely a bill of goods.
Three crucial elements that will determine the outcome of the Texas governor’s race.
The eldest son of Trammell Crow used his money for drugs, guns, and high living. His wife spent a fortune on personal trainers and self-promotion. Now they’re squaring off in an L.A. divorce court.
Locked away in NASA’s storage vaults was some of the most glorious footage ever filmed. I thought turning it into a movie would be a snap. Ten years later I’ve revised my opinion.
With the cold war fading into history, Fort Worth’s General Dynamics now has to regard peace as not merely an ideal but an economic reality.
She might have long legs, blond hair, and eyes as blue as a Panhandle sky. But a Texas woman isn’t really beautiful unless she works at it.
The day the lights (almost) went out in Texas; why Gib Lewis’ reelection is crucial for Democrats; more trouble in the supreme court.
Mapping the desert grandeur of Big Bend, pondering the problems at a Dallas high school, tearing down for moving up in a Houston neighborhood.
Peer pressure dispenses juvenile justice in Montgomery County.
San Antonio’s mail-order Mayans were New Age before there was a new age.
Coasta Bend farmers are desperate for a rainy day.
Carnivores have their steakhouses, herbivores their sprout spots. Now insectivores can munch their way through the Aztec menus in Mexico City.
Horizontal drilling has not only hit pay dirt in South Texas-it has also revived oil-patch wheeling and dealing.
Snapping turtles are cantankerous, grotesque, and savage. And those are just a few of the reasons I like them.
To find their true masculine selves, wildmen dance and sweat, bond and meditate, renounce their mothers and grunt, “Ho!” I thought, “Hmmm.”
The troubled Parks and Wildlife Department is supposed to protect the state’s natural resources. Instead, it protects its friends and, above all, itself.
A customs seizure raises a perplexing question: Who owns our past-Texas or Mexico?
The right angle for striking oil; making book on the Bush library; a roving eye for GOP money; reining in rogue cops.
Discovering the hero in every person; getting off the ground without ever leaving the airport; paying our respects to an ancient tree.
Shopper Ethel Sexton is dressed to the nines in her garage-sale finery.
Tim Johnson came out smelling like a rose when San Franciscans detected broken gas lines.
Bonfire-crazed yell leaders Keving Fitzgerald and Brant Ince foresee defeat for fire’s foes.
But for this ever-so-practical invention, Texas history as we know it would be gone with the wind.
With liquid diets, the pounds just seem to melt away. But what it takes to keep that unwanted weight off is sometimes even harder to swallow.
A year of antagonistic attorneys, beleaguered Bushes, costumed cacti, dead dogs, espied Elvises, falling Fledermause, garbled grapes, hemline histrionics, imprudent impeachings, journalistic judges, kinky kindling, legislative largesse, mock McMurtrys, novelist’s nooks, overrated Odessas, phantom pharaohs, qualified quail, Ruby’s revolvers, spurious spies, tardy transcribers, U-charistic Uthanasians, vandalized vans, weird wieners, X-onerated
When his luck ran out, A.W. Gray ended up behind bars. Now he’s on a winning streak as a crime novelist.
The young—and even the not-so-young-can travel back through the state’s glorious past simply by opening up any one of these fourteen children’s classics.
Houston’s West University area was just a quiet, unpretentious neighborhood until the bulldozers moved in. Now everyone’s trying to keep up with the Georgians.