One year ago today, in the early morning hours, Hurricane Ike came ashore in Galveston.
Bull's-eye
I couldn’t let the day pass without noting its significance.
However, I decided, as a new Galvestonian, to take a page from the playbook of the old Galvestonians, and not dwell upon the past, but look instead to the future.
And the future is bright for Galveston. We make our future bright!
So pull up a beach chair, wriggle your toes in the sand, slice some brie for a cracker, pop the top on a favorite cool beverage.
The water’s perfect and there’s no better place to be than at the water’s edge on this, the perfect day.
Thats why I ran away for the weekend. I just couldnt understand the celebrations. Like I told you last week, I need no reminders of gettin my *ss kicked. As we all know the locals need nothing more than an invite as an excuse for a celebration and a good morning after hang over but this one was just more than I could bear. I understand celebrating survival and endurance maybe too much attention has been placed on all of it or maybe I’m just still cranky from the whoopin’. Who knows who cares. Scoot over….I’ll bring the Corona