That Was Then

December 2007. Doesn't the Gulf look gorgeous along the seawall? Yes, this is the same seawall you've been seeing on the news. Things sure do look different on TV.
I'm at a local restaurant where you could eat delicious crab fingers (my favorite dish at the time) and keep an eye on the Gulf across the street. I'm sure it isn't there now - the restaurant, not the Gulf.
The Gulf never jumped this high while we were in Galveston. Of course, you know everything is bigger in Texas, evidently including the waves. Surf is definitely up, but I bet those traffic lights won't be much longer.
Hopefully, these people are leaving the island before Ike slaps them around. Warnings were posted, and the authorities instructed people to write their social security numbers on their arms if they chose to stay behind. Yikes!
Some days are just not another day in paradise. Doesn't make much difference whether Ike was a cat2 or a cat3 hurricane; almost everything that stood in his way was reduced to toothpicks.

The big, bad wolf is not the only one who can huff and puff and blow your house down.