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  Then we took the ferry north from Galveston Island to the Bolivar Peninsula.  The peninsula was an order of magnitude worse.  One house out of a hundred standing.  Rubble where the town of Crystal Beach once stood.  This is not like the damage a tornado leaves.  Hurricanes don’t hit one house and hop over another.  Every building faces the same force.  Twenty miles of devastation.  And this is the sanitized version.  They’ve been cleaning up for four months.    
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  Last week we made the drive from Brazos Bend to Galveston Island.  We knew the island wasn’t going to look like we remembered, and it didn’t.  The Hurricane has been there.  Hurricane Ike, the one that was heading for Port Aransas, then turned right and hit Houston instead.  Boats in the wrong places.  Cars and trucks where boats are supposed to be.  A fishing pier no longer connected to shore.  Galveston Island State Park in ruins, but with a sign at the entrance indicating the State’s intent to rebuild.  It was terrible.  Every house damaged to some extent.  Some beyond repair.  Some knocked down entirely.  Entire neighborhoods still unoccupied.  It was bad.