Old Red

Here’s a new one: I never expected to enjoy a trip to the doctor’s office—that is, until today!

Old Red: Romanesque Par Excellence

Old Red: Romanesque Par Excellence

My enjoyment was not the result of visiting a doctor, of course, but because of what I got to see once I arrived:

Old Red!

Designed by famed Galveston architect Nicholas J. Clayton, constructed 1888-1891, and repaired 1900-1901 after damage to the central gable during the Great Storm of 1900, this magnificent edifice was built to house the medical branch of Texas’ first state university (called, oddly enough, the University of Texas), whose main campus, it was decided back in 1881, would be in Austin. Read the rest of this entry »

Vote NO to Paid Seawall Parking

Vote NO or feed THIS

Vote NO or feed THIS

And YES to the one simple pleasure of island life that shouldn’t cost you a penny.

Enough already with government fees and taxes!

Now, if this vote were all about shoring up the seawall itself, that venerable stalwart of concrete, rebar, and riprap that protects our vulnerable little pile of sand against the inevitable onslaught of future destructive storms, well, that would be an entirely different matter.

And certainly I, and all my good and responsible island neighbors, would vote yes for such an essential expense, no doubt.

But this vote is not about protecting the island.

Instead, it’s all about imposing yet another burdensome government fee, and a not insubstantial one, to park your vehicle along Seawall Boulevard, purportedly to generate revenue to fund the City’s idea of seawall “enhancements,” whatever those might be.

Hmmm. Seems to me the seawall is wonderful enough already, just as it is. Read the rest of this entry »

Flagship going down?

Tip surveys a shortening Flagship

Tip surveys a shortening Flagship

Yes, happily!

And thus a celebratory time to break out the (cheap and hence appropriate) Brut!

But while we’re at it, a bubbly toast to you, too, my dear sister Rosy, best friend since Jeff, womanly confidante and last stalwart roommate, back in 2008, at this old and molding and corroding hotel, my little quasi-urban warrior willing to lay her pristine head on a cheap flat pillow in this (even then) disintegrating destination, all to buoy her little sister after tragedy struck, to help her to recover, relocate, rejuvenate, begin anew. Here’s to you, my sweet Rosy, my friend. Read the rest of this entry »