A trip to Galveston Island was the Cooke family vacation most every year growing up, so I love that place. My father, Bill Cooke, would rent a cabin on the west end of the island to get away from the grind of publishing The Rockdale Reporter. We’d spend a week or more hunting sharks’ teeth, listening to Willie Nelson, sunning and reading paperbacks. Having followed him in the publishing ranks, I realize the value of doing a whole lot of nothing while on vacation. The downtime and the waves restored our souls.