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itself is pretty big. There is one good sized downtown and clusters of others. The medical district alone is about the size of Orlando proper, if not larger. Bud's hospital is big. Four floors are for leukemia only. The staff is dedicated to that disease and the care is impeccable. He says the food's pretty good, too.

Stewart wanted to go to Galveston. My sister said it's nothing to see. Don't waste your time. I said, hey Stew, we drove all the way out here and you want to go to Galveston, let's go. So we did. The three of us. We actually enjoyed it and it's not a bad place at all. For being a beach town, real estate was remarkably affordable. We went on an oil rig museum. We walked through the gaslight area called The Strand, with shops and restaurants that have second floor iron railings, like in New Orleans. A nice place to escape the city. That night, back in Houston, my sister took us to a restaurant/bar for happy hour called Benjy's. Certainly a good place to eat and drink. Everyone we met in Houston was very nice, but I wouldn't want to live there. I don't know exactly why. Maybe, because of the urban sprawl, it's too much like Orlando and just as hot in the summer.

When we left for home, we made it all the way to Tallahassee, where we spent the night. Little did we know that FSU graduation was going on and virtually every room was filled. We did find the last one at a La Quinta at exit 99. Good thing for cell phones and that tourist booklet with hotel coupons I picked up on the way out. The next morning, back on the road, Stew talked to his wife and told her that we did have two beds this time. Good, she said. Then he told her that the air conditioner was stuck on the lowest setting and wouldn't shut off. We had to sleep in the same bed to stay warm, but we did have separate pillows. "I'm leaving you!" she screamed. Pretty funny, but she should know better. I don't lean that way.

One thing we did notice. There are more Waffle Houses than oil wells. EVERY exit on I-10 had a Waffle House. I was tired of eating there and we never even stopped at one. OK, the one in Rayne. For frog legs and eggs.

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