When big-time gymnastics came to Fort Worth, half the contestants were steely-eyed little girls with the bodies of children and the wills of fanatics.
By reputation Dallas is a staid city. But there is one strip where Dallas is fevered, excessive, and lascivious, and where every night is party night.
We’ve found them: nine of Mexico’s best colonial inns and lodges. All you have to do is make reservations.
If you want big, we’ve got big. If you want small, we’ve got that, too.
Al Neiman’s Fortnight the attractions varied between eccentric Americans and somnambulant British.
Marathon canoe racing is the toughest sport in Texas. It’s tougher than bull riding, more grueling than pro football. The canoeists say that’s why it’s fun.
Why subject yourself to the dreariness of impersonal, prefab hotels when these country hostelries are just down the road?
The Dalai Lama encounters Houston. He finds it good.
Beneath certain Stetsons lies a crown.
Town and Country magazine came to Texas to record our sophistication, wealth, and savoir faire—and all hell broke loose.
Grab your beach towel and bathing suit, but leave your car in the garage.
Dallas is both a television show and a city, but at the Cattle Baron’s Ball you couldn’t tell which was which.
A Paris fashion show and the cotton-eyed Joe, nowhere but Texas.
The best thing about a trip to Florida is coming back to Padre Island.
Cockfighting is probably cruel and certainly illegal, which are only two reasons that attract its aficionados.
Making a few points about our favorite all-American plant.
What was once a mere rural spring is now a crowded, languorous, bare-skinned utopia.
Why let Roy Rogers have all the fun? Waltz across Texas this summer along these eleven good-time trails.
The real Nuevo Laredo isn’t George Washington’s Birthday, Boystown, or throngs of tourists; it’s the street life.
Praise the Lord for gentle creatures and pass the ammunition.
The Baja wilderness isn’t a great place to confront one’s own neuroses, but it’s an even worse place to confront someone else’s.
A family vacation, almost a contradiction in terms, is still possible at these old-fashioned resorts.
Where is Lloyd Bridges when you really need him?
A tour of Houston that will take you off the beaten freeway.
Of canyons, creeks, and craters: the Big Bend as few have seen it.
This information may come as news to you, but casino owners have been banking on it for years.
In the world of skiing, one man’s mountain is another man’s molehill.
Forget Jimmy Carter—this is what the New South’s all about.
Even in the barren wilderness of West Texas there are a few places where you can feel at home on the range.
The great Canadian railway bizarre.
Especially not in Sweetwater: the score at last count was Humans 10,000, Rattlers 0.
If there’s no room at these inns, you might as well stay home.
The cockroach. What else?
The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down and there are little bits of Texas all over the place.
Will there always be a Europe?
The best places to study Spanish in Mexico.
Four hundred and fifty years ago Texas was claimed for Spain by an adventurer who was washed ashore, naked and starving, on the beach at Galveston. Cabeza de Vaca was promptly made a slave by the vile, cannibalistic, and otherwise inhospitable Karankawa Indians. For the next 300 years (more than
Out on the Gulf in a small boat, searching for the makings of shrimp cocktails, shrimp baskets, and shrimp salads.
Cool off this summer with a dip into one of the state‘s best old-fashioned swimming holes.
Cuddling up to a thousand pounds of ravenous hunger.
A guide to Texas zoos: living like an animal is better than it’s ever been.
Want to ski in the Rockies this winter? Here’s where.
In skiing, beginner’s luck is almost always bad.
Austin is trading old houses for new offices. The City Council calls it progress.
Enthusiastic railway passengers maintain that fast is not necessarily the same as best.
Across Yucatan on pennies a day. An intrepid traveler reports.
Four seldom visited areas of Texas prove to be proudly beautiful and almost inaccessible.
You can travel with children. A whole world out there is waiting ... with a smirk.
Forget your Dallas cowboys and your Houston Astros. Texas’ real champions count birds once a year at freeport. They’re not bird watchers, they’re birders. And therein lies a tail.
JUSTICE IN EL PASO Southern California mystery writer Ross McDonald in his best book, The Goodby Look, has his world-weary private eye hero Lew Archer lament, “I have a secret passion for mercy . . . but justice is what keeps happening to people.” Richard Wheatley’s justice for filing