… and already a criminal!
Yup, here I sit, in the pickup, parked right alongside The Commodore On The Beach Motel, stealthily stealing its wireless broadband, just to feed my Internet addiction.
I bet there’s a twelve-step program for this.
Scene of the crime!
So I pulled into town yesterday afternoon, after a side trip to visit my dad in East Texas. That’s where I’ve been, dear readers. The Peepsters doesn’t have any sort of Internet access at his house, and the tiny little burg of Gilmer, Texas hasn’t a single Internet cafe, so Yours Truly has been off the air far longer than she otherwise prefers. But I’m back now, thanks to my criminal mind and a purloined unsecured WiFi connection at my former motel digs on my last trip to the island.
Gotta tell you it was weirder than weird driving into town yesterday, with my little black Northwest cat by my side. Before hunting down my new house—yes, I had to hunt for it!—I made a swing along Seawall Boulevard just to see the salt water again and check things out. Boy, was it busy! The beach was a wall of humanity—high season in Galveston is full on! I doubt the frolicking vacationers missed my appearance on the beach but they’ll see me at some point, albeit not in the string bikini of yesteryear (and we can all be thankful for that!).
Okay, it’s gettin’ hot out here and it’s hard to see this little laptop screen in the blazing daylight so I’ll give The Commodore a break and sign off for now. Comcast is scheduled to show up at the little Craftsman on Thursday and get me all legaled up with my own broadband connection. Until then, though, I may just be back over here, sneakily logging on. Crime is fun!
What do you mean had to search??? If lost on the east end of the island first you must count backwards from 61, then after turning south just sing the ABC’s to yourself or outloud if need be. Of course if you are starting from Seawall instead of Broadway you must be clever and sober enough to recite the ABC’s backwards. If you can pass a basic sobriety test then you can certainly accomplish these feats. Although the lettered half streets may interrupt the process of the brain to recalling the ABC song. I guess its a good thing that the numbered streets are whole numbers without the fractional twin like their intercepting counter parts! Can you imagine having to count backwards in fractions??? Boggles the mind doesnt it?? OK, OK I know…..I’m the quentesenntial smart **s. What can I say?? Your readers who have never visited the island are probably reading this and thinking huh??? Maybe you should explain as I have exhausted my quota of smart **s remarks for the day. Yeah right!!!! Welcome home my friend, let me know if you need a map!
Yep, you’re a smart ass alright!!!