When I lived in Texas, I always liked visiting Galveston, but never so much as dipped my toes in the water after the first time. It felt like my legs had been coated with anti-freeze or some other liquid that wasn’t actual seawater.
I always thought that, in lieu of an inaugural ball or whatever, the Governor Elect of Texas should be required to swim around in Galveston Bay before taking the reins. Sort of like the Governor of the Island in Naked Lunch.
