The Shrimp Festival in Galveston was a hoot! The crowds were crazy, the music delightful, the many, many booths of Shrimp Gumbo overwhelming. For just $12, you could buy a little cup and a spoon, then walk along up and down The Strand and the side streets tasting the different chef’s concoctions and varieties of gumbo. More than you could ever imagine. All the walking, eating, drinking! Well, I knew I had probably gotten overheated, a little too much sun, one too many beers and I couldn’t wait to get back on the ferry to come back home. As I’m standing beside my car, crossing the Bay, noticing all the playful dolphins around me, lo and behold, if a PINK dolphin doesn’t do a gentle roll right beside the boat! I couldn’t believe my eyes and didn’t want to look away for fear I would miss him, so I start yelling for my husband who had been standing behind me, but had disappeared. So I looked at the little boy standing near and said, “did you see that pink dolphin?” He looked at me quite strangely, then proceeded to explain to me how maybe the light had made the dolphin appear a bit pink, stressing that maybe I just thought I had seen a pink dolphin. As he was talking, Pinky resurfaced again! The kid, looking at me, still didn’t see it! Last year, we wrote about pink dolphins in Crystal Beach Local News. If you get a chance, Google Pink Dolphins, you’ll be amazed! And, don’t forget to look for Pinky next time you’re crossing back and forth on the Bolivar Ferry.
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.
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