On the morning of September 1, 1900, Galveston gleamed. The sun broke across the Gulf of Mexico in ribbons of amber and rose, catching the gilt trim of the opera house, the polished glass of the storefronts along the Strand, the white railings of the Victorian mansions that lined Broadway Avenue. The city knew only itself: profitable, orderly, destined,…
Chapter 5 - The Prosperous Camp
“He will win who, well prepared, lies in wait for an enemy not well prepared.” — Sun Tzu
