I had to second your reference to Jimmy Walkers at Kemah. It was an institution for so many of us. As long as my husband was alive, he knew he was going to take me to Kemah any time we made it to Houston, even though he didn't like seafood. But he loved the steaks and the bourbon, and he loved seeing me that happy and content. The sunsets even exceeded that wonderful shrimp you had just watched being unloaded from the boats. Oh, for one more shot at that!
A fellow Texan,