It’s a warm September day back in 2003.
Jeff
We’re strolling along the seawall in our shorts, flipflops, and Hollywood shades, with a salty sea breeze in our hair and the late afternoon sun in our eyes.
Like always in Galveston in the summer, there’s a carnival-like atmosphere along the boulevard, and we’re in sync, in a festive, laid-back mood.
On down the way is that open-air cafe, the one on the pier out over the cresting waves where we had a late dinner last night. Mmm, mmm, we can still smell the aroma of those delicious pan-fried prawns. And later on, after we ate, remember how tickled you were to be able to swim in the water, and at midnight no less, and not freeze your little booty off? Read the rest of this entry »
