Under the Wave

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.

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Are Those the Droids?

It’s almost the start of a new year and my TBR pile is significantly reduced. To reward myself I have been gorging on several internet shows I overlooked until now: Yellowjackets, The Mandalorian, The Sex Lives of College Girls, South Park. All good fun. Although I also discovered a strong source of disguised left-wing mind control.

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A Book a Day

My mother was a voracious reader. We would go to the local library and she would leave with her arms full of books. Although I know she read a reasonable sampling of classic literature, her strength was mostly in mysteries, romances, and more popular authors. At one point I realized that she was reading as many as three of those fat bodice-rippers a day .. day after day.

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