I am mooved!

I'm a little late announcing it, but I have moved! Brother Tom and Brother Paul, along with his sons Matt, Andrew, and Stephen all helped me transport tons of books and other clutter all the way down to Galveston. Actually, they did ALL the work. I supervised.

I've wanted to live down here since high school, and finally didn't have a good reason to NOT be here. I'm living in a 150 year-old house (not a level floor throughout!) whose 'biography' I just posted on my Galveston History Blog (See the link on the right-hand side.)

The house is in the old East End Historical District with all the painted ladies (houses, not hookers) up and down the block. I'm close to the Strand, the Rosenberg Library, and most everything else I need. I've got a corner grocery one block away, so I can walk down there for the newspaper most days. And I have a big front porch that I sit out on most every day, even when its rainin' and the sun don't shine.

It's a small, downstairs one-bedroom apartment. Not a lot of room, and I don't have a couch, yet. But guests are welcome, with some advance notice, and if'n you bring a sleepin' pad or something like that. Gimme a call to find out if there's anything interestin' happening. Ya' know, like Mardi Gras, or Dickens on the Strand, or the motorcycle rally! Or, we can just go down to the beach and look at the hot babes!