Wichita Falls
After the 8th grade valedictorian dissed his school superintendent during graduation, both the school and a federal judge agreed that the incoming freshman needed to pay a price.
A hellish drought has forced Wichita Falls to embrace a radical method of conservation: drinking treated toilet water.
A newspaper clipping on the wall at Prine’s BBQ of Allen Prine and his late father, Harry Prine Jr. Owner/Pitmaster: Prine’s Barbecue, opened 1925 Age: 61 Smoker: Wood-fired brick pit Wood: Oak Like many third generation pitmasters, Allen Prine was a reluctant one. He had grander plans than working…
I cursed the Dallas traffic as I tried to get out of town on a rainy Tuesday morning. Secluded fields and old river crossings were my destination, and I was eager to leave the city behind me. I wanted to find the best barbecue along North Texas’s historic cattle trails.
Wichita Falls, McAllen, and San Marcos also made the top ten of a report from the Council for Community and Economic Research.
Andrew Luck and Robert Griffin III were picked up yesterday, but day two of the draft belongs to Midwestern State offensive lineman Amini Silatolu.
Wichita Falls was about as average a town as you could imagine. Except within the gates of the state hospital.
A year of asking-for-it Aggies, badass broccoli, contraband coffee, Death Row decor, extrapolating elephants, faux feet, god-awful gimmickry, humongous heavyweights, incomparable ironers, judicial jimjams, kaput kowtowers, lame-brained liberals, moping millionaires, NASA ninnies, off-putting officials, prize-winning pignappers, quasi-comic quipsters, red-handed rapscallions, scarfable sod, theoretical thongs, ungodly ungulates, vomiting vegetation, wild-eyed window-breakers, xenophobic Xanthippes, Yankee yahoos, and zapped zealots.
As Sandra Scofield, Shelby Hearon, and Janet Peery are proving, you don’t have to live in Texas to be a Texas writer.
What possessed me to join about 14,000 people in ninety-degree heat to ride in one of the largest bicycle races in the country? Why the hell not.
It’s the nation’s biggest spread within the confines of a single fence—more than eight hundred square miles extending across six counties. So it’s fitting that the family feud over its future is big too. And mythic.
Growing up in Wichita Falls, I was a skinny kid with buckteeth and a girl's name, so I got into my share of fights. To improve my odd's of winning-and turn my anger and fear into bravery and skill-I learned to box.
If the Dallas Cowboys thought last season was unpleasant, wait until they open training camp in Wichita Falls.
