Yikes. Beware of strange things today. As if things could get stranger on this sandbar.
It got me thinking. What strange things have I experienced since living in Galveston? For your reading pleasure, here's a few...
One Xmas Eve the lady and I were traveling down our street with a friend returning from an errand and lo and behold what did appear (nope, not Santa and his magic reindeer)? Coyotes. In the middle of our street. In the Silk Stocking District. Classic.
And then there's the time I played chicken (you know the driving game where you drive toward one another and whoever swerves away is the chicken) with "wheel-chair Ricky" (local homeless fella prior to the storm) at a gas station. Sucker wouldn't move as I pulled in to grab some gas. He just sat there, so I kept inching closer to him until he realized (in his stupor) that he wasn't winning against Mr. F-150. Just silly.
Watching a funnel cloud from our gay-bour's front porch as it danced out over the Gulf (it, in fact, made its way on land and tore apart Dolphin World on the Seawall). Sheesh.
Shortly after we moved into our house there was a spell that I constantly woke at 3 a.m. every night for months it seems. I never quite figured out why. Even after walking through the house to see if I was supposed to "find" something or someone. Crazy.
And finally, last Halloween night I watched a young man get tazed. Not once. But twice. Now that was a strange night. Strange indeed.
Now. Share with us your strange shenanigans.
RE: Halloween night. If "Texas Made" were to write a blog, he could say, i saw a man, dressed as a tranny, threaten to take his heels off and kick my A$%...and better yet, he was surrounded by a lady dressed as santa, a guy in a penguin suit, somebody with tin foil all over his body and what looks like a 10year old dressed as a washed up golfer.