On the Edge of Texas
For hundreds of years man—from the Comanche to the backpacker—has tried to conquer Big Bend. Still, it remains wild, stark, and pristine.
For hundreds of years man—from the Comanche to the backpacker—has tried to conquer Big Bend. Still, it remains wild, stark, and pristine.
In a big fight you can outwit, outhit, or outlast your opponent. But you’d better not try to outeat him.
Pedro Martínez, with only his Mexican heritage, a determination to work hard, and a desire for a better life, brought his family across the Rio Grande to find a home in a new land.
How Gordon McLendon stormed Texas with Top 40 . . . da doo ron ron.
The intricate underwater passages and pristine water of Jacob’s Well fascinate divers. Too often, the fascination proves fatal.
The art of romantic osculation barely survived the jaded seventies. Now it’s time to rediscover the private delights and civic benefits of real kissing.
You learn one clear and not so very grim lesson by looking death in the face.
My friend, you have come to the right place.
Beefing and chewing the fat about a rare pleasure that’s almost done for.
Talk to coaches and team owners about AstroTurf and you’ll hear all its advantages. Talk to the players and you’ll hear a different story.
“In the League, you’ll run into a little tradition, some noblesse oblige, and a lot of talk about diets, dyslexia, designer dresses, and divorce.”
You can always spot a smoker. He fiddles with matches, his shirt pocket bulges in a tiny rectangle, and fumes emerge from his mouth and nose. But what should we do about him?
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Ask your garbageman.
We’ve found them: nine of Mexico’s best colonial inns and lodges. All you have to do is make reservations.
Behind the gleaming facades of many new apartment villages are the crumbling walls of next year’s urban blight.
Why subject yourself to the dreariness of impersonal, prefab hotels when these country hostelries are just down the road?
Architect John Staub, the forgotten genius of River Oaks, transformed a few nondescript Houston streets into Millionaires’ Row.
Who turned off the melting pot? Vietnamese and Texans fight on the coast.
Faster than a speeding Master Charge, funkier than a garage sale, able to leap bad credit ratings at a single bound. Look, up at the sign! It’s a bank! It’s a store! It’s—Super Pawn!
Don’t look now, but the rather odd gentleman with the suspicious accent and outlandish military getup may not be exactly what he seems.
Houston police said they shot Randy Webster because he pointed a gun at them. Randy’s father set out to prove they were lying.
China, crystal, waiters in tuxedos. That’s what we love about Tony’s.
Soldiers at Fort Hood agree on one thing: You don’t have to be crazy to be in the Tank Corps—but it helps.
Although Texans make good friends, they make even better enemies.
For legislators in Austin, home is where the bar is.
It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t cheap. But was it justice?
His friends say the king of country rock is getting mellow. The question is, mellow compared to what?
Someone was gunning down members of the state’s toughest motorcycle gang one at a time. Doe hoped her man wouldn’t be next.
She learned the truth about selling cosmetics. Her customers didn’t want to buy products, they wanted to buy dreams.
Whether you drink champagne or beer, wear diamonds or rhinestones, one thing about Fiesta San Antonio is the same for everyone: it’s fun.
He knows the secrets behind closed doors.
The riddle of the French explorer lies buried beneath the Gulf of Mexico, but what is it, where is it, and why, oh why, are we looking for it?
Ellis prison houses 2400 dangerous criminals, and it’s the safest place to live in Texas.
How the world’s largest corporation decides who will make it to the top—and who won’t.
At the Fort Worth stockyards, cattlemen buy and sell amid the last vestiges of the Old West.
Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.
Cockfighting is probably cruel and certainly illegal, which are only two reasons that attract its aficionados.
Fess up now. In your heart of hearts, don’t you hate it, too?
We will all grow old; but, as Maurice Chevalier says, “That’s not so bad when you consider the alternative.”
Some kids may fail at school and it’s not their fault.
A few years ago guards ran the Rusk State Hospital for the criminally insane. Now sociopathic criminals rule the wards.
Oveta Culp Hobby has gone from a country town to a position of power and wealth. What she hasn’t done will also be her legacy.
Confessions of a bridge nut.
Second-generation refinery workers don’t believe in politicians or corporations and some of them don’t believe in unions. The question is, do they believe in strikes?
Resort hotels and luxury condominiums line the shore of South Padre, yet foot by foot, day by day, the island is washing away.
Texas is cattle, oil, Stetsons, peaches, branding irons . . . peaches?
Bob Doherty was a Texas ranger who believed in the myth of the Old West; Greg Ott was a college dope dealer, a child of the sixties. When they met, it destroyed both their lives.
Modern nuns have left the convent and entered the world. If they don’t like what they find, can they go home again?
Give us your tired and freezing Yankees, your studious Arabs, your ambitious young hustlers just blown into town, and we will rent them one bedroom and a bath for $215.
Why let Roy Rogers have all the fun? Waltz across Texas this summer along these eleven good-time trails.