Texas Monthly

5 days ago | texasmonthly.com | Bekah McNeel

After 36 years in office, Austin County’s Travis Koehn is hanging up his suit and tie, but not his harmonica. It was the last case on the docket of the last criminal court of the month in Austin County, about ninety minutes west of Houston. The gallery was empty, and the defendant was an undocumented immigrant from Honduras. He spoke only Spanish, and the only translator available was his defense attorney. The defendant, who quickly became emotional, was ready to take the plea deal.

5 days ago | texasmonthly.com | Ren Leija

They raised us, fed us, and somehow found our lost shoes every single time, so honor the mom—or mom-like figure—in your life with a comforting, relaxed meal. Instead of sitting at an uptight restaurant with undersalted eggs, a lukewarm glass of prosecco, and other people’s families, have brunch at home. Make it feel extra special with a fresh bouquet of wildflowers and a playlist of Texas tunes.

6 days ago | texasmonthly.com | Daniel Vaughn

Nothing much happens on the barbecue front in Del Rio. My full-time job is to travel all over the state looking for the next great barbecue joint. Until recently, I hadn’t been to Del Rio since I started this job twelve years ago because there was no reason to go. This year is different. After Hot Pit B-B-Q closed for good after operating for more than fifty years, a trio of Del Rio natives held the grand opening of their new restaurant, Humo Prime Barbecue.

6 days ago | texasmonthly.com | Meher Yeda

Though they serve as transient spaces, meant to shuttle passengers with as little fuss as possible, airports have become unlikely sites of conspiracies and lore. If you arrive at the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport right after sundown, you allegedly can glimpse the ghosts of a couple who once owned the land the airfield stands on.

1 week ago | texasmonthly.com | Emily McCullar

“It’s called an ataxic gait,” Karen Coleman said, referring to the jerky, staggering walk she often sees in the cows she owns with her husband, Tony. The couple, who run a cattle operation on 315 acres of property owned by Karen’s mother, Patsy Schultz, in Grandview, about a half-hour south of Fort Worth, had been bewildered by the behavior when it first appeared. They never saw obvious signs of injury—the animals just suddenly and mysteriously lost control of their legs.