|The TRUE Invisible Surfer Man Story|
This whole thing
happened last summer. About mid-August 2009. I was driving my JEEP down
to meet with the BEACH & PARK authorities to discuss the recent
rash of Surfer problems. I was there to represent the Surfers. I thought
being a civic leader in the seacoast and having been surfing these beaches
since the mid 60's, I'd have a good solid handle on why SURFING is so
important to all of us here in the community, and really beyond. From
Canada to Florida, people come here to visit our beaches and surf our
When he (ISM)
saw me, he pretended to raise a pretend rifle and take aim at my head
as I drove slowly by. Not a point your finger like a pistol gesture.
But a rifle. Or shotgun, or some kind of war weapon. I immediately felt
uncomfortable. Because he held his pretend rifle aimed at my head for
the entire time I drove by. For the record, I parked between 10th and
9th street. That whole time ISM had his make believe rifle aimed
at my head. Like Lee Harvey Oswald or something.
"I don't get it ISM. You had me in your sights for what? Are we at War? You were not pretending to shoot me, you just had me in your sights?" I asked again. Looking for the obvious answer that apparently ISM was incapable of giving me. "That's right, I just had you in my sights." He answered again this time with a smirk on his face.
I looked at my watch and realized my appointment was was getting closer and this "Other" issue was getting no where near resolved. "I'll tell you what ISM, I'll let you think about your answer, and the next time I see you, I hope you have a better explanation." I told him looking him straight in the eye. "OK" he said as he ran across the street.
Two weeks later,
I was shooting the surf at 10th Street. The wind had just come onshore
pretty hard and it was getting overcast. I decided to call it a day.
When I notice ISM come running across the street carrying his
longboard. I called out to him. " ISM you have minute?"
He kept running and said "I really don't Ralph, I want to catch
a few waves before the wind gets on it." Looking at people we both
knew standing there, and with the wind blowing really hard onshore,
I stated the obvious. "The wind is already on it." He kept
running. "You really don't have a minute to speak with me?"
I then walked near
the stairs, as he was attaching his leash and in a hushed voice, I said
just loud enough for him to hear only. "Just two words and this
thing is over." He stands up and looks at me. "Two words."
I say again. He just stands there. "I'm sorry." He
looks at me and says nothing, and then he turns and heads for the onshore
Now I am mad. But
more than that, I am hurt. I've known this guy since he was a kid. I
have always had a sort of a humorous relationship with him. But this
shooting me gesture really made me feel uncomfortable. I couldn't believe
he just couldn't say he was sorry for making me feel uncomfortable and
move on with our lives.
A few weeks go by
and I am out surfing when ISM paddles by me. He is within a few
feet of me. He looks at me and then looks away. "What you're not
going to talk to me?" Silence.
"Look do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" I yell back. "Having me in your sights or pretending to shoot me, is irrelevant. I was uncomfortable. I've known you for years. Our friendship means nothing? You can't say I'm sorry just to save our friendship?" I pleaded. He looks at me and says "I have NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR!"
"Look I'm going
to give you one last chance. Regardless of what you think you were doing
that day. I was uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable with you pretending
to have a gun in the first place. Whether you just thought you had me
in your sights or whatever. It's freaking weird. Why would you do that?"
I look at him waiting for something. Anything.
tell me your sorry? Our friendship means nothing? " I ask. Nothing.
Just the same old "I have nothing to be sorry for, I just had you
in my sights." He says. "You're an attorney" I say..."would
you pretend to shoot, or have a Police Officer in your sights?"
So in closing, the
last shot was ironically him shooting me with his camera. Funny. But
in light of the recent shootings, and this being Veterans Day I thought
I would share this story with you, so you could have the TRUE story
on why this happened. He now joins a short list of ex-friends who are
no longer on my radar.
Surfing Heals All Wounds.