The Port Isabel lighthouse is a pretty thing. I looked up and imagined it welcoming old ships to new things. I looked up again and readied myself for a climb. First exit was an open-air landing some dozen feet from the very top. I tried to find the handful of our crew who stayed below…

On our drive to South Padre Island, we were so excited about starting the third edition of my dear wife Karen’s family reunion that we hardly noticed the near side of the big bridge. After we’d stopped at the supermarket sister-in-law Lynn told all about beforehand and stocked up with bottled water, other beverages and…