Today is June 2, and I hope you have a plan ready for the next six months. I do because it’s that windy season, and we need to stock up. I’ve loaded up on canned goods, and I have a strategic beer reserve, just in case all hope is lost. The reserve is at 20%, in case you’re wondering. I don’t expect Jim Cantore to show up on my street within the next couple of weeks, but you never know. It will be at 100% the day something is in the Gulf!

I’ve got a complaint, and it’s an expensive one. Yes, it’s the beach road. I love stopping at Whataburger in Winnie when I head down the highway to hell (Interstate 10), but when I want to go to Galveston, I don’t want to be near this highway. It was good when we could travel down Texas State Highway 87. Yes, most of us stopped at McFaddin Beach to enjoy a day of dodging jellyfish and tar balls and eating sandy hotdogs, but we loved driving from Sabine Pass to High Island. Hurricane Chantal wiped out the road in 1989. There was an outcry to build it back, but it has fallen on deaf ears. The powers that be didn’t listen. I will end this discussion by saying that a 20-minute drive is a hell of a lot better than risking your life driving down an interstate that they’ll never finish, then having to drive down Highway 124. Yes, some of the wild mallow hibiscus are nice, but I can do without them. By the way, did you know that hibiscuses belong to the okra family? Or is it the opposite? Okra is just a crappy seed version of a hibiscus flower. You don’t believe me? Just ask the local Aggie weatherman.

June brings many things to me. The first one is my work with regard to what this hurricane season has in store. The second one is Euro 2024. Yep, although this is a blog on Southeast Texas, I can’t abandon my interest in Welsh/English history or my love of real football. This year, you will not hear me hum the sweet tune of “Yma o Hyd” (“We’re Still Here”) by Welsh singer Dafydd Iwan because the Welsh are sitting this one out. Hopefully, the Scotsmen and the Three Lions will have good runs.

Another June project is to work on the Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour. For those not in the know, we, along with the Jefferson County Historical Commission and Magnolia Cemetery in Beaumont, do an annual cemetery tour the third weekend of October. As always, many of your favorite stories will be mixed in with new historical evidence brought to you by researchers who sometimes work on their topics all year. This year, we are thinking of expanding our Thursday tour. Normally, our tour runs from four to six thirty in the afternoon. Although we would love to move it to a later time, the October darkness creeps off Brakes Bayou, and it’s pitch black around seven. In most cases, this would add to the atmosphere, but there is one big problem lurking in the bayou—mosquitoes! Remember what happened in the movie Ghost when someone evil died? First, there was silence. Then, there was a rumbling. Finally, a massive dark blob enveloped the spirit of the newly deceased and dragged it to the nether regions. That’s similar to what happens with the mosquitoes when you stand in the middle of the cemetery after dark—I digress.

We are aware that those who work usually can’t attend the tour until around five, and that’s fine. We also have a Saturday tour from ten in the morning to two in the afternoon. But we do have some attendees who are retired, and maybe it would be possible to start the Thursday tour at two or two thirty. What say you?

Our tour has many presenters, and there is really no start or ending point other than the sign-up table where you receive your program. Unlike walking tours, where you have to be there at a certain time, you can start whenever you like. This is helpful if you have limited time for your visit to our hallowed ground. However, if you had more time, would you be interested in a walking tour on Thursday? What are your thoughts on this? Email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com, or comment on the Facebook page. Well, that’s about it for this week. I hope to get back to Mrs. Sol Elisha vs. Baseball next time, before all eyes go to Euro 2024 on June 14.

Until next time,

It may be coming home, but I’m not holding me breath! #ThreeLions #42yearsofhurt Never stop me dreaming!