For several years I’ve taped the annual Super Bowl game, not because I’m a football fan, which I’m not, but because of the commercials.
The annual “Disco Dog Party” was in full swing when one of the guards paddled up on a board to the tip of the south jetty wearing full disco regalia. Hot dogs were cooking, music was playing, and lifeguards were dancing to KC and The Sunshine Band.
Sitting in the lineup waiting for a wave, the small pack of surfers could barely make out the dark silhouette of the rock groin. The heavy fog and lack of wind made for an eerie scene.
As things stand now, a House and Senate conference committee is the only hope Democrats and Republicans can reach agreement on border security and avoid another government shutdown.
The first day I worked for the Beach Patrol was in 1983. I stood in the sand early in the morning waiting to get my radio, which was passed to me out of our “headquarters” — a smallish trailer in the sand next to the old pavilion on Stewart Beach.
On Jan. 19, six lifeguards volunteered to come out and stand in the 54-degree water keeping watch for almost 300 people who participated in the Polar Plunge. They were freezing cold when they came out of more than an hour in the water wearing only 3-millimeter wetsuits.
A tourist was walking down the beach in Galveston and saw a hunched over figure up ahead of him on the shoreline. The early morning sun glinted off the water, so he couldn’t make out what he saw until he got closer.