I know
for us in Galveston, we never declared anything to anybody. We just are.
Independent, I mean. Oh, you didn’t
realize that? Then you haven’t lived on
the Island for very long. You see, we’re
certainly nothing like people from north of the Red River. And though similar in many ways, we are not
exactly Texans. Oh, we will allow the Texans
to consider us part of their state. I understand
it helps them accumulate more dollars from the all-powerful federales. We will even fly the Texas flag on the
appropriate holidays. We’ll fly them on
both days, for that matter. Like I said,
a celebration is a celebration. But there is just something about living on a
barrier island that makes you a little … different. Did I mention barrier island? You understand that means we stand in the gap
for the entire city of Houston when it comes to killer hurricanes. And in the aftermath of the worst of them, we
make our way back to our beloved pile of sand and start over, rebuilding with
whatever scraps we have left, making ready for the next Big One. It just takes an “even more so” kind of Texan
to live in Galveston. BOI’s (Born on the
Island) or IBC’s (Islanders By Choice), it doesn’t matter. You are something special.
Psalms
11:4 says, “The Lord is in his holy
temple; the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes the sons of men; his eyes examine them.”
Father, thank you for the great people who surround me here on your little Island near Texas. Keep them safe and draw them close to you. Amen.
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