BRING IT ON (hurricane-ness)
And so it begins: the electronic signs on the freeways have begun directing the hurricane evacuees to designated shelters. It's going to be a little crowded around town this weekend, methinks. And it's just in time for me to be back on call. Funny how things time out that way, isn't it?
Whatever, I say bring it on. This is Texas. We are bigger. We are stronger. We whine less. We are less corrupt. Ike thinks he's coming on like Turner, but he's probably going out like Eisenhower. Old Red (the oldest building at the UT Medical Branch in Galveston) has weathered worse with aplomb. This should be no different.
There's an interesting story about Galveston and how I came to Texas. But that's another story for another time and it awaits you at the end of this:
Whatever, I say bring it on. This is Texas. We are bigger. We are stronger. We whine less. We are less corrupt. Ike thinks he's coming on like Turner, but he's probably going out like Eisenhower. Old Red (the oldest building at the UT Medical Branch in Galveston) has weathered worse with aplomb. This should be no different.
There's an interesting story about Galveston and how I came to Texas. But that's another story for another time and it awaits you at the end of this: