Kevin Scott: August 2010 Archives

nau-ti-cal  (nôt-kl)

adj. Of, relating to, or characteristic of ships, shipping, sailors, or navigation on a body of water.

 

an-tique  (n-tk)

n. An object having special value because of its age, especially a domestic item or piece of furniture or handicraft esteemed for its artistry, beauty, or period of origin.

 

Put these two words together, add a couple of hard-nosed swash-bucklers, and you have one of Galveston Island's most unique shopping experiences.

 

Nautical Antiques & Decor (2202 Mechanic), owned by Adrienne and Michael Culpepper, boasts some of the finest sea worthy relics around.  The shop specializes in everything nautical from boat oars to maritime signal flags, antique pieces of ship, and other unique flavor-ful floatation devices.

 

And if you don't feel like walking the plank, fear not.  There's plenty of other things for land-lovers to sink their toes into.

 

Be sure to check 'em out next time you're downtown.  They're just a block off the Strand.  Or find them online at www.piecesofship.com.

 

Hours of operation:  Thursday - Monday 10am - 6pm; Sunday, 11am - 4pm; Closed Tuesday and Wednesday

As part of their sponsorship of the 2010 Galveston Island Beach Revue, IBC is happy to create this advertorial as thanks for their contribution.
 

  

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.
 

So IBC received an email this week from a used-to-be-frequenter of the Island who hadn't been back since Ike struck.  He informed us that he and his family were traveling down for the weekend and they wanted to know where to stop to eat and drink that wasn't a tourist bother.  After some discussion I emailed him back with a few spots to check out that most tourists may not indulge in.

I mentioned that Postoffice Street between 20th and 25th would not disappoint (plenty to eat and drink along that stretch, including some of the neatest shops).

Shrimp "n" Stuff on Avenue O.

Sonny's at 19th and L (the quintessential hole-in-the-wall).

And Bistro LeCroy (which although on the Strand still seems to be a hidden delight).

And let's face it, when August rolls into town and the heat feels like you're walking through lava, all you want to do is find a nice cool place to sit and enjoy yourself with food and drink.

I know to find some of the local haunts it seems like you need a treasure map (even for this local), so I'm asking.  Where is your favorite local lookout?