Go Fish Galvez

Not exactly breaking news on CNN or anything, and nothing remotely significant for those of you out there in the world at large, but for the residents at 4806 Avenue O in the enduring burg known as Galveston, Texas—feline, canine, and, especially, this old monkey—a new backyard fence is, well, huge!

They say that fences make for good neighbors. And while I’m sure that’s true, I’m also certain that they make for fewer lawsuits, especially when a frequent inhabitant of said fenced backyard is one up and coming American Pit Bull Terrier.

That would be Tippy, of course. Read the rest of this entry »

But probably not due to Tropical Storm Ida, downgraded now from hurricane status and graciously giving Galveston a wide berth. Hopefully, this storm is the last, as the nervous season here on the island winds down to a happily uneventful close.

I took this shot on the way home from the grocery store earlier this afternoon. Read the rest of this entry »

The weather’s great! What a lovely fall in Galveston. After a dry but thankfully not-so-hot summer, the rains finally came, perking up the palms and making us all smile.

Life is getting better.

So here’s a recent snapshot of my Galveston Islandy porch where I sit most evenings in my little rocking chair (to the left of the front door), watching the world go by.

It also makes a good vantage point for monitoring the comings and goings of my little black buddy, Mr. Jeepers (who can be seen here, exiting stage right). Read the rest of this entry »

And well you might be wondering. What the heck happened to the subject of Galveston on a blog ostensibly dedicated to its very essence? Well, it’s a fair question, and one I’ve recently had to ask myself.

The short answer? I haven’t a clue. Or really I do.

For starters, let me whine. I began this blog long before I actually arrived in Galveston, more than a year, in fact, before I was finally able to move here. In the beginning, then, my access to local happenings and haunts was very limited, at best. Read the rest of this entry »

Getting moved in, slowly. But guess who’s not helping unpack.

Hint: He’s a little (actually, big!) black boy from the Pacific Northwest.

Still, with a choice new job offer in the works and another offer, although not remotely choice, on Root, life is good…and getting better!

Courtesy the United Van Lines gorilla crew who packed and unloaded my paltry possessions. Everything finally arrived in Galveston two days ago, some of it actually intact. Imagine that.

Far worse than damaged stuff, though, is a damaged relationship. And for some mysterious reason that continues to elude me, I’ve had more than my fair share of disintegrating relationships over the past year or so. Read the rest of this entry »