“You don’t have to be a beachcomber to like Galveston,” I told my sister recently. We were talking about our plans for summer vacation. I had said I was visiting Galveston Island. She did not like going to the beach, she had retorted.
“The beach is way too hot for me. Even when I use a sunscreen and take an umbrella, I burn while shooing away the birds,” she said. Her reaction hit a nerve with me. Suddenly, I found myself sounding as if I represented the Galveston Chamber of Commerce.