My first surfboard had a Playboy center fold entombed beneath the polyurethane. Actually it was a rented board and was usually waiting for me at the surf shop (was it too embarrassing for earlier renters?) Growing up in San Diego, beach life was almost a twelve month pleasure and I eventually talked my Dad into fronting me the money for my own custom board: 9 foot 2 with green rails from Gordon & Smith. This may seem gargantuan but my first exposure to surfing was at Doheny Beach in the mid ’50s and the board was made of redwood and probably half-again as long.
Continue reading “Under the Wave”The Original Good Buddy
I know we’ve recently lost several important people—Betty White, Sidney Poitier, Bob Saget—but I was gobsmacked this afternoon while scrolling into the forgotten depths of online current events when I learned of the death of Dwayne Hickman … Dobie Gillis.
Continue reading “The Original Good Buddy”The American Taliban
It is so sad and, frankly, unbelievable, that so many Americans can’t see beyond the lies and corruption, having their lives rolled by such an obvious scam. Notice that the image contains only old white men in the position of power; such exploitable assets as MTG are useful but expendable.
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A Celebration of Reading 