Today I drove from Duncanville to Galveston. Tomorrow is the day the cruise embarks.
For the first time since the mid-'70s, I believe, I walked on the beach at Galveston--and yes, Kenny Chesney, part of the time I was shoeless and shirtless, the way a beach walker ought to be.
From about the time I was 10 or so until I was probably 20, Galveston was my family's most common vacation spot. We must have come at least a half dozen times and maybe more. The most notorious trip, at least for me, may have been Labor Day weekend 1970, my senior year in high school. We had been in school for a week or so, and I actually had an English paper to write that weekend. Dang you, "Bulldog" McDougle! It was still a great trip.
The seawall seems shorter--perhaps sand has built up along its base. Now it's painted (and graffitied.)
The statue is definitely newer than the trips of my memory. It commemorates the 1900 Galveston hurricane.
This photo is from one of the Galveston cemeteries. The engraving says it all, I suppose.