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The Cager was hotter than Georgia State's star guard this morning. She scored twenty-four, sixteen, a dozen in her crib, and a fourteen on the last hand for the win. She was a sizzling, chest pounding dynamo, and I was icky, sticky, and nod (But not skunked-Whew!). After breakfast, we had a nice ride of just over fifteen miles at a very nice biking speed average of 15.6 mph. Stumpy's leg continues to get stronger, and less swollen after each test. The weather, which is due to change overnight, was quite pleasant, so we decided to head into Galveston proper. The tourist strip (Called the Strand) didn't appeal to us too much, so we went inland and found a patch of classically southern architecture. Some of the houses we saw survived both of the big hurricanes, and all of the little ones. The houses, many of which are elaborately hand painted, stand proud and straight, like sentinels. They wear themselves in earnest, though it's clear their heyday has long passed. Having said that, it's also clear that the heyday was exquisite. When Galveston was the darling of the gulf, it danced like the prettiest girl at the ball. We stopped on the way back to the beach at a giant Kroger's grocery store for supplies because we're about to leave this watery playground and head into the piney woods next week. After our sojourn into town, we spent the afternoon watching the March Madness, which we'll top off by cheering on our Zags this evening. For dinner, once again we ate like Texans. We walked over to the local meat market and bought a nice chunk of Black Angus beef (Top Sirloin), which I barbecued on our little Orbit grill. On the way home, we dipped our toes in the gulf (At least I did. Stumpy was afraid the sand would stick to her toes). I took a few pictures of the beach homes, and we generally enjoyed a nice stroll on the beach. In essence, life is good, especially today.
Most of the homes had elaborate paint jobs, but this one was a simple two tone green.
Even the empty houses retained a sense of Southern elegance.
Rust and time never sleep.
Many of the homes have been lovingly cared for.
Art shot of the day.
The Bishop's Palace is quite impressive (It has survived all hurricanes so far).
This Catholic church holds its place right across the street from the Bishop's Palace.
About a hundred people hunkered down in this home during the 1900 hurricane.
The doors on these homes are just stunning.
This historical district covered about ten square blocks. It must have been something back in the day.
Some of the beach homes are basic, well constructed vacation homes.
Others are elaborate mansions.
Some castles are dreams.
Some castles are real.
Come on in, Stumpy. The water is warm.
We walked. The Texans drive.
Tonight's thin gruel.
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