Hi! I’m Jimmy Dean and I’d Like You to Try My Pure Pork Sausage
The meat products business is no bed of top hogs.
The meat products business is no bed of top hogs.
Tex plus Mex plus electric guitar plus accordion equals... art.
The three-to-eleven evening shift, Bexar County Hospital, San Antonio: nurse Genene Jones was on duty in the pediatric intensive care unit, and for months babies kept having mysterious—sometimes fatal—emergencies. Why?
The old tin tray, it ain’t what it used to be. Today’s TV dinners have become “frozen cuisine.”
These days it seems every five-acre ranchette flaunts a gate worthy of the XIT.
We just rate them. You voted for them.
Ed Jones rode the oil boom to a white-collar job. It was a short trip.
Don’t give up! There’s still money to be made finding oil. Up in Graham the Creswells are striking it rich with the help of Jesus and, er, creekology.
The quintessential wildcatter fills you in on free enterprise and Texas after oil.
Jack Young was the eighties’ oil boom in the flesh. Unfortunately, he also personifies the aftermath of the bust.
Life is tough all over, but especially for Juniors.
Kids, house, husband—these are the natural enemies of a well-ordered day.
Meet the ocelot, not as pet, not as fur coat, but in its best role—an elusive remnant of Texas’ wild past.
Wearing one won’t make you a real live cowboy, but it sure will brand you as a modern Texan.
Like the hero of a boys’ novel, George Bush moved from the East to the wild and woolly West. He wanted to prove himself, by golly, to Yale, Procter & Gamble, and the old man.
Tom Lea, the grand old man of Texas painting, grew up among giants. No wonder he always used a big canvas.
Or, my life as a Texas gardener.
The new governor’s first hundred days were great theater, but now come taxes.
Sure it means water. It also means pride.
It’s a noble institution, especially if you can master all its subtle skills: not being there, the second call, holding forth, and another thing...
In which John Howard, our toughest athlete, goes after a world bicycle record and hopes america will care.
Most of the time you’re a nice, ordinary businessman. But for one brief, shining moment you were King Antonio, monarch of San Antonio’s Fiesta and semi-beloved ruler of the one Texas city that still loves a good king.
The last best way to see the real Texas.
A high school teacher shot up the First Baptist Church in the East Texas steel town of Daingerfield, and the agony lasted longer than anyone could have imagined.
Texas' glass artists are leading a revolution in an ancient craft.
Shoot enough portraits of Texans, and you'll have made a portrait of Texas.
Meet some of Texas' secular latter-day saints: volunteers.
West Texas was a desert when this little irrigation device came along. Now it’s a desert that produces more cotton than anywhere else in the country.
Can you picture Lbj in a Datsun?
It’s Houston's driveway, a twenty-mile kaleidoscope of bankers, punkers, strippers, surgeons, students, grackles, and cars.
If you think Texas is pretty much the same as it was ten years ago, you’re wrong. Nineteen seventy-three remade the state overnight.
Can Texans be won over to the antique tradition of tea and little sandwiches in the afternoon? Dallas’ and Houston’s new gilded hotels are counting on it.
They’re where you went to get your hair cut or to see a picture show or to watch the squirrels on the courthouse lawn.
And I’m telling you, if you can’t batter it, fry it, spike it with chiles, or bathe it in buttermilk, it’s not worth your time.
Twelve ran, Mike Andrews won. A saga of ambition, money, power, courage, and the nature of urban politics in Texas.
Every year communities scattered across Texas hold wet-dry elections. Each one pits the forces of fundamentalism against the forces of realism. This is the story of one such election.
The sweetheart of the Apparel Mart: where she came from and where she’s going.
Out of Texas’ ragbag history came the patchwork quilt, the product of cold winters, isolated homesteads, empty pocketbooks, and fertile minds.
The life and times of the cowboy-millionaire hero of a thousand postcards.
String the lights, hang the tinsel and the expense. It’s Christmas and the decorated homes of Texans are second to none.
Does Texas’ greatest college coach miss football? Nope.
Was the partridge in a pear tree you gave last Christmas not fully appreciated? Our sensational gift ideas will save you this year.
Sunny in the morning, sunny in the evening, freezing by suppertime.
Houston’s black elite have come a very long way to live in MacGregor Way, the swankiest black neighborhood in Texas, but they still don’t feel safe.
His first spacecraft blew up on the pad and his primary investor died, but the first free enterprise rocket finally flew from Matagorda.
Side by side near a Texas river are dinosaur tracks and what appear to be the marks of a human foot—proof, in the creationist mind, that evolution is bunk.
Textbook watchdogs Mel and Norma Gabler are good, sincere, dedicated people, who just may be destroying your child’s education.
Roy Kendall, self-taught lepidopterist, would want you to add this to the list of reasons for living in Texas: nowhere else in the U.S. are there so many beautiful and unusual butterflies.
Jim Collins is running for the Senate on the claim that it’s better to be right (wing) than to pass bills. If he wins, it will change Texas politics.
Plant it, sit in its shade, but most of all, feast on its fruit.