Oil Spill Update
Almost four weeks after the Galveston Bay oil spill, I made a third trip there just to see how things were going.
From the top of the Intracoastal Bridge I spotted a group of men loading up a skiff in the canal. Curious, I crossed over the bridge and followed a dirt road. What I found at the end of it was Louisiana. Louisiana deja vu plus a Paul Prudhomme look-alike. I was delighted.
Dalen Cheramie, from Houma, La., was the group’s captain. “We transport oil products by barge,” he explained. When he told me his age, 37, I was surprised. “Age is just a number,” he said. He’d been running boats for 10 years. “It’s in our blood,” he smiled. I understood.
I took a picture of the group and then headed on to High Island, where I was meeting with Winnie Burkett, a birder big time.
As I continued taking photographs, the policeman got out of his car. He explained that this area (on my side of the blockade) was really meant for only officials to park. Frustrated and angry, I returned to my car and headed home.