Gallivantin’ in Galveston

Gallivantin' in Galveston, Texas Galveston, Texas continues to make music. There are a few band members missing, but the beat goes on. This was my first visit since Hurricane Ike and my first impression as I drove over the Causeway was things are looking good. The mighty Seawall did its job. It kept Galveston as safe as possible. Just about all the hotels and restaurants in Galveston are open and doing well. One of the best things to come out of Hurricane Ike is the new Galveston Beach. I could tell you how…Read more

A Texas Travel Information Blog – Why not?

A Blog about Texas travel? Why not? What will be different from other Blogs about traveling in Texas? You'll just have to keep reading to find out.Now I'm not a native Texan, but I'm a Traveler. I've lived in Texas since 2005 and have had the opportunity to see just a small part. My goal is to visit every corner of this great state to find the good, the bad (I'm not looking for the bad, but I know it's out there) and the ugly. I'm also very opinionated. So you'll hear about…Read more


 Though he looks like an early twentieth century Station Agent, Ken Walden never worked for the railroad. His well groomed gray beard and wire-rimmed glasses are a reminiscent of a time when the City of Tomball, Texas was a rural community of farmers, prosperous businessmen and employees of the Trinity and Brazos Valley Railroad.  The dark suit with a pin-striped vest, and gold pocket watch are just what one would expect to see at the station as he stepped forward to meet steam locomotives at the platform with loads of freight and passengers. No, Ken…Read more


 Vacationing with the family in the 1950s was a lot different from today. I remember rolling along two-lane highways in our white over turquoise Ford Fairlane while singing to rock and roll tunes on the AM radio. Our air conditioning was called 4-40 . . . that’s all four windows rolled down at 40 mile per hour.  Bathroom breaks were on the roadside or the occasional small town along the route, and oh how we looked forward to the big billboards featuring images of pecan nut logs that read, “Stuckey’s . . . 100 miles”,…Read more


It was the kind of day that comes around far too seldom. In fact, it was an alternative route that brought such delight as a constant rain fell from the north Texas sky.As in Robert Frost’s classic poem, “The Road Not Taken”, I decided to drive home along the road less traveled, and just as Frost had poetically suggested, it really did make all the difference.In the roundabout route I took Highway 377 outside of Fort Worth and traveled south passing through one small town after another. For the longest time the blinding mist…Read more