The following was originally posted on March 16, 2016. It has been edited :

The last few days we have been camping on Galveston Island, Texas. It has been a wonderful and refreshing time. To hear the waves roll throughout the day/night about 100 yards from our campsite is restorative. Flying kites on the Gulf shore breezes have allowed our imaginations to soar. Biking on the sea wall has been a fun way of getting around town on our own power.

On the first afternoon of our camping, a stranger came to our site. He actually startled me at first because he awoke me from a little snooze that I was entertaining. His intentions were neighborly as he wanted to share some extra crawfish that he had boiled up. I had crawfish some years ago but I couldn't remember how they tasted. I know that the rest of my family had not tried them.

With a bowl in hand, this crawfish neophyte headed toward the stranger's picnic table. As I arrived I noticed that he had a group of people sitting around the table with mounds of crawfish debris everywhere. In the center was a large tub filled with piping hot crawfish. With a smile, the stranger took my bowl and put in two large scoops of crawfish. He then proceeded to give me directions on how to eat this delectable.

After I shared my thanks for his generousity, I headed back to my own campsite to share this shellfish gift with my family. A line of folks, with bowls in hand, had formed at the stranger's site. I could hear the stranger's joy as he scooped out crawfish and was making friends.