Fertitta strikes again!

February 1st, 2012 Posted in Heydey Galvez, Party Hearty Galvez, Recovery Galvez
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The Galveston Pleasure Pier returns!

The Galveston Pleasure Pier returns!

And God bless him for it!

Boy, have I been out of the Galveston loop lately. Busy with the new job, trying to make a lasting positive impression and secure that impending raise—which, by the way, I did today!

So it’s been awhile since last I cruised east on Seawall Boulevard, far enough down to inspect the latest doin’s at the old Flagship Hotel pier where work has been underway for the past year in preparation for the latest rendition of Galveston’s historic Pleasure Pier.

Now, in my defense, I had been checking pretty regularly for awhile but gave up when no noticeable progress was apparent. Read the rest of this entry »

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BRRP!

May 17th, 2011 Posted in Heydey Galvez, Recovery Galvez
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All that's left

All that's left

Hello, Ernestine?

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Yes, hi. Good, thanks for asking. How are you?

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Well, I would definitely get that checked, yes. So, Ernestine, dear, is Mr. Arnold in today?

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Think it might be possible for me to speak with him? Read the rest of this entry »

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A spectre-bark!

December 30th, 2010 Posted in Recovery Galvez, Weather Galvez
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I took a drive along Seawall Boulevard today. The weather was mild, balmy in fact, but the sky was overcast and dark, even though it was early afternoon, the air moist and thick, white caps pounding the beach. I love this kind of weather.

The crumbling hulk of the Flagship Hotel, a ghostly ship, a spectre-bark!

The crumbling hulk of the Flagship Hotel, a ghostly ship, a spectre-bark!

And as I drove along through the fog, lulled into a kind of dream, the old Flagship Hotel slowly materialized out of the heavy mist like a ghostly apparition and in my mind morphed into a Coleridge lyric:

The sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o’er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.

From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Read the rest of this entry »

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