| About an hour southeast of Houston is Galveston Island. We decided to take a quick drive to stand on the seawall and look out over the Gulf of Mexico. (Too cold for swimming this time, though I do miss the Galveston beaches. Maybe a couple of summers from now.) |
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| This is the part I like to call deeper Texas. I'm sure there's even deeper Texas out there, but I was surprised at all the strange things we found just between Galveston and Houston if you take State Highway 6 back instead of U.S. 45. |
| Who wouldn't want free rent? And $531 for a two-bedroom. Oh, Toto, we're not in San Francisco anymore! |
| Okay, a little further out, we reach Hitchcock, TX, which apparently is the "home of good ole days". (Um, good to know.) And even the residents of Santa Fe, TX (next on our way north) need DRAM. |
| Also in Santa Fe: Pignataro, the weird house that time forgot. |
| Just before we leave Santa Fe for Alvin, the two little gems that make the trip worthwhile. First up, it's the Jockey Club. Apparently there's dancing nightly, but I have a hard time believing it's in that little shack. (But I bet you can fit a lot of jockeys in there.) |
| Lastly, a flooring store proudly flying (in order, from top) the Stars and Stripes, the Lone Star state flag, and ... yep, them's the Stars and Bars. This here's a friendly town. |
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