Category: Across the Causeway

By Forest Riggs

With the onset of summer, which so far has been beautiful, comes the annual threat and fear of the “big one.†Yes, it’s hurricane season and for folks living along the Gulf Coast there are yearly fears and anxious feelings as the area rests in the crosshairs. 

Even though coastal dwellers are resilient and thick-skinned, there is always the fear that this could be the year. The coast has been pummeled by many storms over the years; some are just a big blow with rain, but others leave a trail of destruction and devastation. Hurricane Harvey, with all its water and damage, is still fresh on the minds of many. There are still people in southeast Texas waiting on repairs from hurricanes that came several years ago. The threat is real and one that comes with the territory.

It seems that ever since the Great Storm in 1900 (pre-Seawall), Galveston Island has become synonymous with the word hurricane. No matter where in the Atlantic, after leaving the Saharan areas of Africa, systems and storms are tracked and always described in relationship and distance from Galveston Island, Texas. Locals are pretty used to it, however for residents with friends in far places, once a storm enters the Gulf, the calls start: “Are you OK?†“Are you leaving?†“Do you need a place?â€

For years I lived in the San Francisco Bay area (Santa Rosa, actually) and when I informed my “people†that I was returning home to Galveston Island (2005) the first words were always, “Oh, my God! Are you sure you want to go there…the hurricanes and all,†etc. I always got a chuckle out of their concern. Earthquake? Hurricane? I’ll take my chances with something that can be predicted, forewarned, and gives me adequate time for preparation and even evacuation, if needed.

Make no mistake about it, storms are scary and not fun. Oh, when the little blowers and turd-floaters come, it can be exciting with parties and gatherings; the smaller storms bring some high water and wind, but nothing to cause a freak-out scenario.

On the other hand, when one of the tropical weather systems enters the Gulf of Mexico and continues to gain strength and heads toward our Texas coastline, we all sit up and take notice. The “models†shown in weather newscasts start looking like a bowl of spaghetti and everyone talks about Galveston Island.  Galvestonians stay glued to our televisions and watch our friend and favorite son Frank Billingsley give us updates and predictions of a path, impact and potential danger. Frank and husband Kevin have a home on the Island and understand the anxious feelings felt when a tropical depression becomes a tropical storm and then a hurricane, especially one heading for the upper Texas coast.

Now we begin the 2019 Atlantic hurricane season, which stretches from June 1 through November 30. Several meteorological services and scientific agencies have already released their “predictions†for the upcoming storm season.

I used to rely on the prognostication of an old “weed woman†who lived out in the Brazos River Bottoms near Navasota where I taught school. With her bones and wooly worms, she was usually more accurate than all the weather channels and models. Unfortunately, Auntie Sulek has gone on to her reward or the big storm-predicting center on the other side of the veil.

For the 2019 season, the three major weather predictors are all pretty much in agreement.  These include Colorado State (CSU), North Carolina State (NCS), and Tropical Storm Risk (TSR). There is also the National Weather Service and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA).  For the most part we can expect an average storm season with 12 to 15 named storms, 5 to 7 hurricanes and 2 to 3 major storms. Thanks to El Nino, it’s a pretty “predictable†storm season. Regardless, when they do come, the nervous excitement and fear create quite a stir. The models with all their colored lines become a mass of tangled colors and lines moving in all directions.

Each year the storm names change and for those that follow the lore, it is always a kick to read the list and to think about a connection to the names of enemies, lovers and everything in between. None of the 2019 season names have ever been used, though some have appeared on past lists. The names are: Andrea, Barry, Chantal, Dorian, Erin, Fernand, Gabrielle, Humberto, Imelda, Jerry, Karen, Lorenzo, Melissa, Nestor, Olga, Pablo, Rebekah, Sebastien, Tanya, Van, and Wendy. Looking over the list, I have a zillion connections with some of these names, as will most readers.

The key to getting through the season is to stay informed and, most of all, be prepared (yes, I was a Boy Scout). Stock up on canned goods, lighting, bug spray, jugs of water, and cases of bottled water, toiletries and other essentials that will be needed when the power is off. As the song says, “Storms never last…†but several days without certain amenities can be hell.

With Auntie Sulek gone, I may have to get out my crystal ball and see what she has to say about the 2019 storm season. Be safe and, most of all, be ready! Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

“The world’s favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.â€

—Harriet Ann Jacobs

When it comes to months that are most celebrated in thoughts, songs, poems and movies, next to December would be the merry month of May. Finally, May has arrived and brings the onset of the summer vacation period that traditionally runs through Labor Day in September.

May is known for celebrating spring in full swing. With spring comes sweet May and universe’s way of declaring “One more time.†Originally the third month of the year in the Roman calendar, with the addition of three “new†months, May became the famous fifth month of the year. Known for its brilliant birthstone, the emerald, and dainty flower, Lily of the Valley, May is symbolic of love, health, and beauty.

Galveston welcomes the month and all the visitors and tourists will that cross the causeway to explore the “Little Baghdad in the Gulf.†Already the Seawall is lined with cars and the newly sanded beaches are full of folks enjoying the cool, southern breezes and warming waters.

As the song says, “What good is sitting alone in your room?†when gay Galvetraz offers so much fun and summer excitement. Rumors Beach Bar along the Seawall offers a fantastic deck where bar patrons can sit, sip, soak up rays, and watch the world pass by below. 23rd Station Piano Bar has been “revamping†their outdoor patio bar and it is ready for some summer fun, with Todd and Tom creating a real getaway environment with the new additions to the “Margaritaville†setting. Robert’s Lafitte, always a hot spot and must-do, is still the place to gather, hang out with locals, and even take a dip in the pool. The drinks are always flowing and the amiable staff is ready to serve.

“With each day going by, hope is reborn,
Dreams come true and a little step is taken toward happiness.
May this May be unbelievably exceptional,
Amazingly colorful and filled with joy, laughter and love.â€

—Anonymous

In 1599, the English Elizabethan dramatist Thomas Decker wrote a play “The Shoemaker’s Holiday†and in it, were the lines:  “O, the month of May. The merry month of May, so frolic, so gay and so green, so green, so green! O, and then did I unto my true love say, Sunset Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen.†

This is perhaps the first mention of the “merry†month of May in recorded literature. It did not take long for the word “merry†to become the descriptive adjective commonly placed in front of the word for the fifth month.

Just about everyone knows, or has heard the song “Strolling through the Park One Dayâ€. The tune conjures images of striped-suited dandies wearing bowler hats and dancing with a bent bamboo cane. Published in 1884, the original title by songwriter Ed Haley was “The Fountain in the Parkâ€. However, due to the immense popularity of the first line, the title changed over time to its present form referencing a stroll in the park.

“While strolling through the park one day,
In the merry, merry month of May,
I was taken by surprise
By a pair of roguish eyes,
I was scared but did not run away.â€

And so it was that May was to forever be known at the merry month of May. When you think about all the summer adventures that lay ahead, May is an exciting time. When you think about it, May is a sort of magical door or portal into an upcoming summer filled with endless possibilities. The large LGBTQ community on the Island is waiting to make sure everyone has a great summer and makes the most of their getaway or road trip down from America! With the tanned and hot-looking visitors, there are bound to be some roguish eyes taking people by surprise. Don’t be shy, don’t be scared and, most of all, don’t run away; you just might find some island treasure that ol’ Jean Lafitte forgot to bury!

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

Easter has finally made it, complete with dyed eggs, jelly beans, peeps, baskets, and all the trimmings. The LGBTQ community seems to come alive again around Easter.

Everyone knows we love to decorate, dress for Halloween, get creative as hell and “do it up†for just about any occasion. Easter, religious or not, is a little different. There is, after all, something reverent about Easter, but don’t kid yourself. I have seen many a hot bunny in a bulging jock strap, hopping around Montrose in my day (eggs and all).

One of the best things to come along in the community is the annual Easter Bonnet contests, held in most LGBTQ community bars and clubs.

In 1933, songster Irving Berlin published the song “Easter Parade.†He had originally written the song in 1917 and titled it “Smile and Show Your Dimples†and it was meant to tell the story of a sad young woman whose lover had gone off to war. It was supposed to be an uplifting song and was recorded by a few singers of the war-time era.

With some major overhauling by Berlin, in 1942, silver-tongued crooner and orange juice hawker Bing Crosby released the new version of the song and it was to become an American staple in the musical and pop-culture realm of all that is Americana. “Easter Parade†was a huge hit for ol’ Bing and made him lots of money. 

Superstar Al Jolson took the song and made it known to the world as he was, by most standards, the greatest singer of the time, and the gaudiest. The song was such a huge success that in 1948, MGM developed a musical around it with the same title. Darling of the silver screen, radio and records Judy Garland (aka “Dorothy†of The Wizard of Oz) was teamed with twinkle-toes Fred Astaire, and the rest is musical and celluloid history. The movie could have been based on a LGBTQ plot: partners, former partners and loads of jealousy!

“In your Easter bonnet,
with all the frills upon it…â€

Nothing says Easter like a big ol’, overdone bonnet with lots of “frills†upon it. Hollywood gossip columnist Hedda Hopper must have been completely orgasmic around Easter time as she loved the hats, and the gaudier the better.

Members of the LGBTQ community also love to create hats or bonnets and compete in alcohol-riddled contests in their favorite watering holes. Give a gay man a hot glue gun, some fabric, and few baubles and look out! The hats range from trashy subdued to trashy over-stated and all bring a smile to the reddened eye.

So what’s up with the Easter Bonnet and how did it all get started? No one know for sure, but there are some pretty good theories. The most accepted notion dates way back.

For centuries it has been common practice to buy and wear new clothes for Easter (the famous “Easter Outfitâ€), as Lent has passed and it is a time for new things and rebirth. It’s also a good time to show off, if you will. 

As far back as the late 1600s, the great Bard included a line in Romeo and Juliet that gives clear indication of the importance of presenting new wears at Easter. Mercutio taunts Benvolio when he says, “Dids’t thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doublet before Easter?†

In other words, save your newest and finest for egg day!

With the wearing of new clothes came the trend of a new “Easter hat.†Over the years, the tradition has grown and morphed into the “Easter Bonnetâ€. Along the way, especially in the LGBTQ world, came the bonnet contests and parades. (Sort of like the Kentucky Derby hat thing.) During the sad years of the Depression, an Easter hat or bonnet was considered a “simple luxury.†Someone even went as far as to state, “An Easter Bonnet can tame even the wildest hare!†(I have seen a few “wild hares†I’d like to tame!)

“Photographer will snap us, and you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure…â€

Everyone loves a parade and Easter Parades are huge, especially the one on 5th Avenue in New York City, still a place to see and be seen. The crazier the hat, the more the applause when parading down the avenue. I have listened to the Jolson and Garland versions of “Easter Parade†for years and have wondered about the phrase that I “thought†was “Rodo Review,†I recently checked into this word. My thinking was along the lines that the Rodo Review was some famous magazine of the time. Wrong! The correct term is “rotogravure†which when spoken, sounds like “Rodo Review.â€

Rotogravure is a type of printing method that involves the engraving of an image onto an image carrier. The image or photo is places onto a cylinder and a rotary printing press is used to reproduce the image, usually for newspaper photo images but is also used in magazines, post cards, and other venues.

Easter Sunday and the bonnet contests promise to be a good time on the Island. I doubt anyone will end-up in the rotogravure, but there will certainly be pictures snapped and lots of good fun, hot glue guns and all.

However you celebrate Easter, if you celebrate Easter, have fun, be safe, and make some memories on the avenue.

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

Spring has finally arrived and with it comes a time of renewal, rebirth, and growth. There is no better time than springtime to come out of old patterns, habits, and ways — the very things that impede our progress as human beings. It’s in the air, as “they†say.

For over 20 years now, Galveston BOI (Born on the Island) Anthony Rios has been studying, training, and teaching in the much-needed fields of Spiritual Awareness and Shamanism. This is certainly no new thing; however, a quick internet search will reveal just how strong the movement has become in the LGBT world. The little island of Galveston is no exception as opportunities for growth and self-fulfillment have become available.

“The message to all is that you are a divine creature.
There is nothing wrong or flawed with you.
You have to own this and live with
acceptance, love and respect of yourself.
Once you do this, awaken yourself fully, the rest falls into place.â€

Born into a Galveston family of strong, Latino Catholics, Rios from early on was taught religion, faith and dogma. A lot of dogma. Quick to be told what is a sin or bad, a child grows with burdens, fears, chains, and bars around their spiritual self. Compound that pain by knowing you are gay or different, and over time you lose the spirituality with which you were born. Feelings of “I am not good enough†or “I will never fit in†can cause one to feel unloved, unwanted and unworthy. 

Sadly, many gays turn to alcohol, drugs and even sex as a way to bandage their pain. Society pretty much screams at us that “You cannot be gay and be good or spiritual.â€

Fortunately, there is a huge difference between being religious and being spiritual.

Over the years, Rios encountered numerous gay men that felt spiritual inside, but had closed themselves to it or denied it. Many stated they had no outlet or place to renew their spirituality. Who do you talk to about such things? Certainly not the church that condemns you.

Unfortunately, society tends to equate anything “gay†as sexual. Over the years this has caused gays to lose their spirituality and certainly to not celebrate it. 

 â€œIn truth, spirituality and sexuality are compatible. There is spirituality in our sexuality,†Rios says. “It is us that has separated the two. We as gay men need to reconnect and reclaim our spirituality and divinity. In a sense, we need to move beyond gay. This is what challenges us most.â€

With a degree in communications and after leaving the family business in 2016, Rios decided to devote his life and purpose (his spiritual path or journey) to helping others along their way to awakening and healing. With years of training, retreats, and courses in spiritual awakening and Shamanism, Rios started the program “Beyond Gay.â€

This programs offers assistance and guidance to gay men looking to move beyond “gay†and develop or enhance their spiritual side while remaining true to their identity.

“I wanted to create a program where like-minded men can gather, learn and enhance their spiritual journey,†he says. “For those that chose drugs, alcohol, sex, or other bandages, this is a way to reconnect with the Divine and move beyond the negatives.â€

Being aware of such needs, in 2013 Rios launched “Gay Male Spiritualityâ€, a Facebook group. Currently there are over 1000 members in various states and countries.

Through the group, Rios offers instructional and informational videos and teachings.

Rios, the facilitator, is always ready to meet one-on-one or with a group, either in person or via video to teach and share. The group is “closed†and interested parties must contact Rios and request to join.

Participants have found the group page to be enlightening and rewarding. (It seems that men, especially those between the ages of 40 and 60, find a yearning for something more, but have no way or outlet to find it.) For Rios, this spiritual awakening or renewal movement among gay men offers a way, especially for recovering Catholics and others, to stay connected but not be burdened with dogma or be bound by the often bitterness and sadness of their youth. The renewal is with the individual and not a physical church or set of man-made rules.

Around the country and, in fact, the world, there are groups, “fairy retreatsâ€, seminars, camps and even communities of gay men that have taken an active role in their spiritual journey. One might be so bold as to say that spiritual gay men have come out of the closet.

Along with the spiritual renewal teachings, Rios has also studied, trained and is a practicing Shaman. Just the word “Shaman†can, and often does, scare people away: “Bunch of weirdo, hocus-pocus crap, witchcraft.â€

In fact, it is far from those things. Shamanism is an ancient spiritual practice that has roots in indigenous cultures throughout the world. It strives for universal peace. So misunderstood, it is often overlooked; however, the teachings are beautiful and very real. From herbs and medicines to drumming and shamanic journeys, the practice is always harmonious and meant for enlightenment and healing. The journeys teach how to ask for guidance, communicate with guardian spirits, and cleanse the soul through various practices. There are many variations when it comes to types and communities (cultures and traditions); however, the main message is the same for all participants.

In January, Rios held a three-day retreat with his basic workshop “Way of the Shaman.†The retreat was so well accepted, he will be hosting another, scheduled June 1–2.

“This is an introduction and experiential workshop,†Rios says. “It can open the door to more study and growth. These workshops give you the tools to take your journey and ask questions for yourself.â€

After numerous trips to Mexico in order to train and attend retreats, Rios says his path has taken him full circle from a boy with questions and doubts in a dogmatic faith system to one of a sensible structure that includes traditional healing, blessings, rituals, the use of plants and natural items, and, of course, prayers. The practice is alive and well, and available to all who seek it.

Rios lives in Galveston and is a guest faculty member with the Foundation for Shamanic studies in San Francisco and can be reached by email at Arios797@gmail.com or the Facebook page Gay Male Spirituality. His blog can be found at TheGayShaman.wordpress.com. For more information, log on to Shamanism.org.

(Note: Spiritual awakening and Shaman practices are certainly not limited to gay men only. Rios says there are groups, classes and retreats for lesbians, heterosexuals, and transgender communities. He is in touch with many; however, being a gay man, this is the group with which he is most closely related and connected. He is available to assist anyone seeking information.)

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

| Galveston’s LGBTQ community loses an icon

By Forest Riggs

Allow me to begin this writing with an apology. Penning a column every two weeks, I keep a list of things and people in the Galveston LGBTQ community that I want to feature, mention or highlight. As there is so much going on in our community, it is difficult to get around to some of the entries on my list. You know the old adage, “The pathway to hell is paved with good intentions.†Well, I guess it is. For a long time now I have planned to feature one of the community’s most colorful and beloved characters, Mayra Sanchez. Now it is too late to interview and share her story while living. So Mayra, I am sorry I missed it, Darling. Please forgive.

Galveston is chock-full of characters and, in the LGBTQ community, the drag queens and performers hold a very special place. Loved or despised, they are the Island stars. Like in any community, they range from the “once in a while dress-up†type to flamboyant men and women that grew up lip-synching with their mother’s blue hair brush to The Supremes, late at night in front of a mirror. (Hmm…make that Loretta Lynn or Marlene Dietrich and I will have spilled my own secret.)

For a little boy growing up in rural Mexico, and not in the best of circumstances, music and making people laugh became a life-long obsession and passion for one Azariel “Alex†Sanchez, AKA Mayra Sanchez. Early on, Mayra learned that by using his deep brown eyes, dimpled cheeks and often mingling them with a little self-deprecation, he could make people laugh and be entertained. As a small boy, he loved to bat his long lashes, cut his eyes and become the little coquette that would develop into the Mayra that all of Galveston (and visitors) knew and loved.

Mayra was a staple in the performing community and, over the many years, thrilled, shocked, enveloped, and sometimes pissed off the crowds. Mayra was known for her love of tequila and, after too many, letting loose the loudest screech of “Ayeeee!†one has ever heard. Mayra Sanchez, live on stage, toying with the audience at the edge of the curtain like a schoolgirl was something to see. Give her a number by the Mexican Goddess of song, Lola Beltran, and she would charm the house.

Mayra loved to sing “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina†and she did so with all of her heart and soul. Practically in tears, she would exit the stage leaving the crowd stunned. “Please, no pictures, no pictures please…. I am a shy girl,†would often be her mantra as she entered or left a club. That painted smile, when performing, coupled with some missing teeth, made her even more charming.

She knew how to work the room. “Oh, is this a gay bar?†she would shyly exclaim and then screech at the top (or bottom) of her lungs.

Everyone agrees that there has never been anyone like Mayra Sanchez. The Island diva, Misty Valdez, when learning of the sad news, stated, “I lost a really close friend of many years. We performed together, we cooked, and we had a good run. I will miss her.â€

Misty is not alone. An entire community will miss their Mayra. Sometimes sitting at a slot machine, inserting last month’s rent money, Mayra would laugh when asked if she was winning, “Baby, I always win!†Never one to turn down a drink or a shot, Mayra, in keeping with her vivacious, starlet personality, could be quite a handful.

Island favorite Antonio “The Contessa†Garcia was a close friend for many years. Tony loves to tell the story of Mayra and a night at Lafitte’s when some loud, straight patron told his girlfriend, “Watch, I’m gonna kick some sissy queer’s ass,†and with that, went after bartender, Jerome. Seeing the brute tussling Jerome into a corner, Mayra could take it no longer. Dressed in full drag, she grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck, hauled him outside onto 25th Street and proceeded to give him a “Mexican Drag Queen Ass-kicking!†You go, Mayra!

Having cooked for many years onboard Merchant Marine ships, Mayra traveled the world and visited many ports. I imagine in some far off place there are still sailors that remember that “wild guy from Galveston, Texas.†He loved cooking and often used it to subsidize his income. Mayra’s tamales were famous on the Island. Everyone ordered them and loved to see the little “bag lady†walk into the bar with her smoking bags of goodies.

If you were lucky enough, you might entice her to cater or cook a meal for you and your guests. Just ask Islander couple Robert Zahn and Tim Dudley. On several occasions Mayra prepared Latin gastronomical delights for the guests at one of their many soirees.

Mayra was a hit no matter where she went. From high-brow to low-brow, she mingled in all circles.

Regardless of all the infighting and “he said, she said†in Galveston’s LGBTQ community — and there is a great deal of that — it’s an island, and the locals here are more than just queers and gay friendly folk living in a fabulous place. The LGBTQ community is family. They can fight, argue, gossip, love and sometimes hate, but when it comes to their own, don’t underestimate the power of knowing and loving each other. The bonds in this community are strong and God help the outsider who that comes along and crosses or hurts any member of the close-knot bunch. This community takes care of its own!

Several weeks ago, word spilled out and spread like a brushfire in August: “Have you heard, Mayra has brain cancer?†It was shocking news for everyone, just too much to fathom. Everyone had “just seen Mayra the other night and she seemed…well… just Mayra.â€

The neuroblastoma was untreatable and in a few days, Mayra was holding court in a fine room at UTMB’s neurology unit. The nurses asked, “Who is the guy with so many visitors? They come all day and into the night.†She was a star!

In her room and sometimes tethered to the bed, she was still the little coquette, cracking jokes and making statements that would have made Mae West blush. With the demon of cancer working its dark magic, Mayra would smile and say, “Hi, baby. You wanna make tamales tomorrow? I’ll get the pork and see you at 2 p.m.†It was sad; Galveston’s Mayra was fading and fast. She would smile, look around the room at the assembled crowd and bat her eyes. “No paparazzi please.â€

Our little rotund package of dynamite has gone to a new stage upon which to perform, and she will be sorely missed by her Island community that loved her so. Vaya con Dios, my friend. I hope the cameras were not too much as the angels carried you into Heaven. I feel sure you shocked them all with your line, “Is this a gay bar?â€

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

In 1962 crooner and heartthrob Bobby Darin released “The Party’s Over” and although it was a success, it wasn’t until Texas legend Willie Nelson sang the lyrics, “Turn out the lights, the party’s over,” that it became a huge hit, a crossover song. The lyrics go on to state that once the masquerade is over, you have to pay the piper! For all the fast and furious Mardi Gras party on Fat Tuesday, the piper gets paid on Ash Wednesday when the hangovers and headaches take their toll on revelers. The little island paradise becomes a day of Hell.

The Krewe of Aquarius held their annual Barn Bash on the first Friday night of Mardi Gras. Like every year before, it was bigger, better and crazier. This event started many years ago when the Krewe gathered to make final preparations for the Saturday noon parade. More and more folks started coming along and before you know it evolved into a huge party with hundreds of revelers, beer, wine and drinks, food and lots of great music. The crowd danced into the night and everyone had a ball. Plan to attend next year. It will be the best $25 you will on Mardi Gras fun.
On Saturday, the noon parade was fantastic. Partiers lined the Sea Wall and down 25th Street to the Strand area. If you were lucky enough to attend a private house party at any one of the stately, old homes along 25th Street, you know exactly what “Let the Good Times Roll” means: lots of beer, beads, families, pets and more fun than being imagined.

At dark, the Krewe of Gambrinus pulled out the stops and filled the same route with more zaniness. Beads were flying so high that many landed in the large oaks along the round and some hung from power lines long after the parade was over.

There were other events and parades throughout the first weekend’s festivities, with lots of live music downtown in the official celebration area. The funky Umbrella Parade was as colorful and lively as ever, and as for transforming a golf cart into a work of art, it happened. Dozens of carts were decorated in every Mardi Gras motif imaginable, from simple to very elaborate.

The next big bunch of craziness was the Momus Night Parade on the second Saturday and of course, the biggest and craziest of all was the Fat Tuesday parade and celebration. When the big shindig came to end late Tuesday night, attendees returned home (some staggering) and prepared for the next day, guzzling lots of water, aspirin and other assorted “remedies” for such celebration.

With the sunrise on Ash Wednesday, everything changed. As you know, on this day, the faithful, the followers and the curious begin the forty-day period of Lent. Lent in the Judeo-Christian tradition (and others) is a period of contemplation and preparation for the coming Easter. This is the day that Catholics and others go to their places of worship and participate in a symbolic ritual reminding them that from ashes they came and to ashes they will return. Whether you are one of the faithful or not, all are welcome and it can become a powerful Post-Mardi Gras, pre-Easter tradition. No matter one’s beliefs or lack of, it is always good to examine your life, your conscience and try and clear some sh*t!

During the time of Lent, many folks “give-up” something. Traditionally it is “something” that by missing it daily or sacrificing, you are reminded of the season and, if you believe, of Christ’s Passion. These days, children give up candy or soft drinks. Older folks give up “older folks things” such as tobacco, drinking, sweets or other items that the shedding of, requires a boost. Lent is that boost.
To be real mature about it, it is a great time abolish anger, ill feelings, gossip and the myriad of things that plague the human existence. The alcohol thing alone can turn Galvetraz into a pretty boring place for 40 days and 40 nights. As the days pass, those not partaking of the “devil’s elixir” gradually sober up, get irritable and see the world for what it is! Few make the 40-day mark.
So if you are one of those, starting with good intentions however caving after a while, don’t beat yourself over the head. Remember, you are only ashes! Rumors Beach Bar, 23rd Street Piano Bar and good ol’ Robert’s Lafitte will be waiting with open arms to get you back on track…so to speak. Enjoy!

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.” Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

Where has the time gone? It’s hard to believe but Mardi Gras 2019 is here.

The Island has once again come alive in shades of purple, green and gold. Just about anyone and everything is adorned with the Mardi Gras colors, from beads to storefronts, sidewalks and balconies; even “Mardi Gras Trees†shining brightly from windows all over the island. It is definitely party time and as the traditional saying goes, “Let the Good Times Roll†(translated).

King cakes are being served in every nook, cranny and home. Second only to New Orleans, the annual Galveston Mardi Gras celebration has become a huge drawing factor for the Island. Thousands of revelers cross the causeway or ride the Bolivar Ferry to get to the festive and touted celebration. It’s two weeks of absolute craziness and Galveston loves it!

In 1949, country singer Hoyle Nix released the song “Big Balls in Cowtown†and though it was widely received it wasn’t until a few years later when Texas legend Bob Wills made the song famous. With its funny lyrics and vivid description of the craziness of a dance, especially a Texas ball in Fort Worth, the song remains a popular western swing tune. Later versions by Asleep at the Wheel and Texas Troubadour George Strait, have the kept the song popular among all generations.

The big balls in Cowtown, the big balls in town,

The big balls in Cowtown, we’ll all go down.

Put on your new shoes, put on your gown,

The big balls in Cowtown, let’s all go down.

Simple lyrics, but they convey so much. Now substitute Galâ€â€ for “Cow†and you get the picture. Galveston is the place to be, big balls and all!

The Galveston Mardi Gras balls are legendary. Just about every Krewe from large to small has a ball or some sort of gathering and party. These balls range from “highbrow†to “no brow†and everything in between — silks gowns and tuxedos to T-shirts, jeans and even topless displays of human anatomy. As the parades roll by and beads are flying you can often hear the shout “Show us your tits†(the latter more popular the later the night and the more beer that has been flowing, and flow it does during Mardi Gras celebrations).

This year there are over 56 scheduled parades, but the Momus night parade and the Fat Tuesday parade are by far the most rowdy. There are posters and websites listing all the parades and routes. For the most up to date list check Galveston.com or Mardigrasgalveston.com.

Not all the fun and festivities are “adult†as there are numerous parades and parties for children and families. There are fire trucks, the Budweiser Clydesdales, army tanks, bands, pets on leashes, clowns and colorful street vendors. The beautiful floats are always a big hit and filled with generous bead-tossers. From Kings and Queens to Island son, billionaire Tillman Fertitta, they are all there, trimmed in glitz and glimmer, all the while interacting with the throngs gathered along the parade route.

If parades and loud music are not your thing, check out 23rd Street Station Piano Bar, Rumors Beach Bar or ever the famous Robert’s Lafitte. All these bars will be partying hard during the two weeks of Mardi Gras. With inviting drink specials, shows, food and colorful crowds, a good time will be had by all.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, but not before the big blowout on Fat Tuesday evening. The Strand party and parade are a huge combination of all Krewes, marching bands and parade participants from the past two weeks. This is the “granddaddy of ’em all†when it comes to good times and celebrations. With Ash Wednesday and Lent just a few hours away, revelers want to get in every last bit of wickedness, fun and frivolity.

I’ll stay in Gal, town, I’ll stick around

The big balls in Gal town, let’s all go down.

If you’ve never been to a Galveston Mardi Gras celebration or attended a party or ball, you just might want to come on down to the “Island near Texas†and see what all the fuss is about. “Across the causeway is a good time any time!â€

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

February has quietly crept upon us this year and with it come two very special events: St. Valentine’s Day on February 14 and the beginning of Mardi Gras on the February 22. 

Due to the changing dates for Mardi Gras each year, the much-loved event comes very early this time around, just a week after ol’ Cupid has spent himself shooting arrows at would-be lovers.

Valentine’s Day this year falls on a Thursday and, for some, just might be the start of a long, romantic weekend filled with cards, candy and tender gestures that have come to symbolize the love of one person for another. Florists love this time of year; just about everywhere one looks will be roadside and parking lot tents selling roses and other flowers. Grocery and specialty stores take on a red hue as hearts, cards and balloons adorn the aisles and windows. Valentine’s is a great day to be flirtatious and let someone know you are interested, or more.

The Island community clubs will be alive and full of red and white as the famed day approaches. It’s a great time for drink specials for those that choose to imbibe, as well as a great time for wearing your red and white to the bars or maybe your heart on you sleeve! Galveston always enjoyed the Valentine celebration and this year will be no different.

After all the hugging and kissing is over, you’d better rest up as Mardi Gras starts on February 22. This Friday marks the onset of two weeks of crazy, rollicking fun on Galveston Island. Each year there are over 52 parades, several balls, street parties and private home celebrations.

The history of Mardi Gras is well known and especially for its the significance on the island. Galvestonians and their guests love to line the streets, catch beads, gyrate to the beat of hot music and literally dance anywhere they can. Galveston Mardi Gras is second only to New Orleans.

One of the most important aspects of Mardi Gras is the King Cake or, as some say, King’s Cake. This tradition can be traced back over 300 years when it consisted of dried French bread with a sugar topping and a hard bean hidden inside.

Similar to just about all holiday origins, Mardi Gras and the King Cake also claim roots in Christianity. In the past the celebration started with the Epiphany (when the Magi came to see the infant Jesus) and evolved into a pre-Lenten celebration we know as Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) or in some places, Carnival. Tradition has it that on January 6^, the three wise men visited the baby Jesus and this date is known as 12^th Night. From 12^th Night until Fat Tuesday (also known as Shrovetide or Shrove Tuesday) the faithful revelers enjoy parties, feasts and celebrations as they prepare for Lent, starting on the Wednesday following Fat Tuesday. For the faithful these are holy days recognized for their significance in the liturgical calendar.

During this period of celebration and indulgence, followers consume King Cakes and honor the associated traditions. The King Cake tradition arrived in the United States around 1718 from the Basque regions of Europe. Though the tradition has spread throughout the U.S., the southern states have kept King Cake lore very much alive. The original cake in the southern states was a cinnamon-filled, bready cake. In some areas, fruits and jellies were added inside the dough; its topping varied. Tradition has it that the cake was baked in order to honor the three wise men and the coming of the baby Jesus.

The New Orleans King cake is thought to have developed around 1870 and. to this day, pretty much remains the same: a sweet brioche bread, formed into a circle and topped with three sugary coatings of purple (justice), green (faith) and gold (power). These three colors, as chosen by the Krewe of Rex in 1872, are to this day the official colors of Mardi Gras.

There is also a Zulu King Cake with chocolate icing and a coconut filling that has been around since the 1870s, as well.

Many traditions are associated with the eating of the King Cake. Historically it is front and center at any Mardi Gras party or gathering. The cake remains a great part of the Mardi Gras tradition today. The old folks said that to eat the King Cake out of the Mardi Gras season would surely cause rain on Fat Tuesday.

Stuffed inside the dough is a small figurine or Feve meant to represent the baby Jesus. Tradition states that whoever finds the baby Jesus in their piece of cake will have luck and prosperity throughout the coming year. Not only does the finder become the King or Queen for the night, but also they must furnish the cake for the next year’s celebration. It is great fun to gather around the table, slice the King Cake and see who gets the baby in their piece.

Like the red hearts for St. Valentine’s Day, the King Cake is just one facet of the celebration for Mardi Gras. If you want to have a great time this year, come visit the Island for two-week party. Who knows, you just might get lucky and find the baby in your piece of cake.

Mardi Gras! Galveston 2019 runs from February 22 to March 5 this year. For parade schedules, routes and other information check out the official website for the City of Galveston at Galveston.com or MardiGrasGalveston.com.

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

Great balls of fire! On a dismal Sunday evening at the Island’s 23rd Station Piano Bar, a young man sauntered up to the piano and stole the night.

If the genes of P.T. Barnum and Jerry Lee Lewis had been used to clone a prodigy and that talented entertainer landed along the Gulf Coast, Todd and Tommy at 23rd Street found him. With looks somewhere between Tom Cruise and Josh Groban, crowd-captivating Sean Cowin tickled the ivories for over four hours. Not only did he play song after song, but he flat-out entertained and had the crowd in the palms of talented hands for the full four hours.

The owners of 23rd St. Station Piano Bar were looking for something new and different to fill their Sunday night venue and, after listening to many devoted patrons, they came up with “Sing Along Sundays†as a new attempt to bring a good time to the Island. Already becoming well known for the excellent piano players that take to the stage on various nights, Sunday afternoons needed something fresh, fun and upbeat. With karaoke, bingo and drag becoming pretty much passé around the Island it was time for something new. Bringing piano music and sing-along fun to the club seemed to be the ticket for the Sunday slot; the patrons can sit and talk, hear each other and not be drowned out by screeching karaoke or the “illusionists†gyrating to loud tunes and reaching for dollars.

“I have not had this much fun in gay bar in years†said one patron visiting the bar that afternoon. He was from Houston and as he left, said, “All I can say is, wow! I will be back and bring friends, for sure.â€

So who is Sean Cowin, the new “Face of Sundays†at the Station? The 24-year-old performer hails from the “Show Me†state of Missouri — and show you, he does! Raised in a religious family in St. Louis, Cowin was always involved in music and performing for others.

Around age seven he took up the piano and found his instrument. He credits his grandparents for introducing him to the lively music of Jerry Lee Lewis around that same time.

Along the way and with his family he listened to gospel and great “oldies†like Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles and other musicians that filled his head with ideas and a desire to perform.

“I grew up in the church, always performing and entertaining the crowd. It just came natural,†Cowin said.

Studying at Lee University in Cleveland, Tennessee and Missouri State, music and teaching became his vocation. Cowin studied jazz, voice and vocal performance, as well as music education.

When asked about role models that have influenced him along the way and who he listened to most, he is quick to respond, “Hall and Oates, Billy Joel, Ray Charles and Jerry Lee are my favorites, but there are others.â€

His repertoire seems limitless as he proves effortlessly diving into each request handed him or shouted out from the crowd.

While focusing on jazz in college and thinking there just might be a career in music and entertaining, he had an epiphany.

“There is not much money or options in just playing jazz,†he said. “There must be something I can do. Using the music combined with my love of performing and entertaining, it all came together. I love of seeing the crowd’s reaction to my performing.â€

His favorite songs to play are from the ’70s and ’80s, rhythm and blues, soul, gospel and jazz. During his performance Cowin sprinkles the selections with a few well-loved country and western songs, as well. It is like his hands and fingers are alive as his eyes sparkle and his tousled hair falls forward.

When things could get no better on that particular evening, he jumped up onto the piano bench, bent over and beat out “Great Balls of Fire†in true Jerry Lee Lewis style. This brought the crowd to their feet, clapping and calling out. In between songs and sometimes during, there is great banter and comedy used to connect with the audience.

By day and when not performing at a venue, Sean teaches music in the Bay area. He especially enjoys playing golf when he can work it in and spending time with his two dogs, a boxer and a husky, Eliza and Avery. 

For some time now, the musician has been performing Friday and Saturday nights at Rocky’s Piano Bar in Webster, where he has drawn quite a following and reputation. He is a regular face at Rocky’s and the Galveston crowd hopes he will become the face for Sing Along Sundays at 23rd Street Station Piano Bar. What better way to spend a fun Sunday afternoon and evening than listening to live, hand-clapping, toe-tapping and ivory-tickling music provided by a young, talented and versatile performer. And he’s not bad on the eyes at all! Check him out and see what the fuss is about.

For bookings and information call 512-785-373 or wilstontunes@mac.com

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.

By Forest Riggs

Finally the holidays are over! The turkeys that were stuffed have been eaten, the beautiful packages that were meticulously wrapped have been shredded and opened, and the decorated trees, garlands and hanging balls have come down. The few days that follow Christmas and New Year’s Eve are a real “come down†after all the build-up and anticipation that began brewing in late summer. 

It is much like romantic desires and interest in a new love: the excitement, the possibilities, all the jitters that come with the chase. After “it†happens, if things progress that far, one can be left feeling a bit empty or wondering if the event lived up to the anticipation. Was it worth it? And if so, why does it feel so anticlimactic after? That’s just human nature, more or less.

If you chose to decorate, now you must get inspired to take down all the holiday things, box them and pack away until the holiday bug bites next September or so. This is how it works, year after year, another cycle in the myriad of events that make-up our year.

Galveston certain celebrated this year. The Island was gayly decorated this year and once again Dickens lovers crowded into the Strand area for a step back in time. There were musical concerts, caroling, numerous charitable acts of giving, bells ringing on corners, a few marathons and lots of good times on the rock. The Island was saw a huge rise in visitors and events this year. All in all, it was an exciting time, but now that it has passed, it really makes for a few anticlimactic days — the Winter Doldrums, if you will.

What is next? you might be wondering as we move through January and into February. Mardi Gras! That’s right, it is just around the corner and, on the Island, is probably more anticipated than Christmas and New Year’s. February 22 through March 5, will be yet another huge celebration on the Island (details in future column). For now, Islanders are preparing for the annual event: floats are being adorned, balls planned, beads purchased and even a few Mardi Gras are trees going up the residences. Another good time it to be had by all.

The “bars†or clubs, now down to three specific ones for LGBTQ (and strays) were very busy as Christmas passed and New Year’s was celebrated. For the drinkers, January 1 was one big hangover and an island full of people “moving slow.†A pub crawl from and viewing at Robert’s Lafitte, Rumors and 23^rd Street Station Piano Bar, revealed huge crowds of people having fun. Pianist Clay Howell charmed the hell out of standing room only crowd at 23^rd Street Station as friends, neighbors and visitors reveled in the celebration. Though it was all fun, most were glad that it comes but once a year.

Todd Slaughter, owner of Rumors Beach Bar, did in fact get Rumors II opened in Beaumont. Finally there is a great link to the LGBTQ family in the Golden Triangle. Due to unforeseen construction issues and setbacks, the opening took a bit longer than planned, but well worth the wait. From all indications the Rumors II is the hotspot in Beaumont. Look for pics and an article in coming weeks. If you are Beaumont area or passing through, stop in at Rumors Beaumont (650 Orleans Street) and check it out.

There is much coming and some exciting stories to tell in 2019. Just remember that when you cross the Causeway, you enter the fun and exciting island of Galveston, that island near Texas. 2019 is off to a good start and promises to be a great new year.

Forest Riggs, a resident of Galveston is no stranger to the adventures of life. A former educator and business owner, he enjoys Island life and all that comes with it. He says he is a “raconteur with a quixotic, gypsy spirit.†Forest has written for several newspapers and magazines as well as other writing pursuits, including a novel and collection of short stories.