Waiting For Hurricanes, and The Molly Contest, While Watching That Flying Squirrel on Donald Trump's Head.

I stood there leaning against the Wall on Thursday, taking photos while listening to local surfer Becca Speak tell me how she is having a difficult time waiting for real surf. I did all I could to not chuckle. I remember that feeling only too well. The impatient frustration of being a young surfer full of pent up energy, wanting bigger surf during the flat days of Summer.

My instinct was to say "Be patient little grasshopper, the waves will come. And those who understand this, will be rewarded with perfect surf." Then I realized that's not funny, especially to any surfer who really wants to surf. So I nodded my head in acknowledgment of the dilemma all surfers face in the summer. I feel your pain.

Thankfully I am beyond those days. I understand the summers.

This is Hurricane season. And there is not a single surfer I know who doesn't want a solid ground swell produced by some massive storm swirling out in the Atlantic. Sorry if there's damage to some of you living at the ocean's edge, and to lobster-men losing traps. But this is the world we live in here in New England.



Hurricanes and Nor'easters please send us more.

This coming Saturday will be the 7th annual MOLLY contest. Anyone who lives and surfs here knows what the MOLLY is. Molly Rowlee was a young grom who lived here in Hampton. She was one of the brightest lights that shined here.



In early 2009 she was diagnosed with Large cell lymphoma.

The most curable cancer out there. Apparently, it was not for 5 year old Molly. 5 months after she was diagnosed Molly was gone. There were so many fund-raisers happening when she was battling her cancer, that Molly's dad Buck and mother Meighan, wanted to keep the fund raiser going forward to help other children at Boston's Children Hospital. And that's exactly what the Rowlee family did.

Year after year having fund-raisers in her name. And her name became synonymous on the seacoast with surfing, community, love.



So the MOLLY was started by her mom and dad in 2009.

And the contest straight out of the gates was a full on celebration.
The first few years had both an adult contest and a grom contest.
The trick was you had to wear a costume and you had to ride the board that you picked out of a hat.

And trust me, none of the boards would be something you would want to ride. Which of course was perfect for the contest.

Was there laughing? Does Donald Trump have a strange head of hair? There is so much fun at the Molly that simply writing this brings
a smile to my face.

Try and make it down to 10th Street this Saturday, August 1st.



2015 and we are still honoring and remembering her name. And
we are still passing it forward. Hope to see you all there.

Hope you all had fun at the JIMMY DUNN Comedy Festival. Tonight is the last night if you want to catch Jimmy and his friends. Trust me, it's worth it. "Funny" is always a good reason to go out.

And so is music. My nephew Jesse QWILL was in town with his amazing bass player Jeff and the two of them made some of the coolest tunes around.



There is no shortage of talent on the seacoast that's for sure.

The photo above just reminded me, there is a benefit at the Hampton Flatbread on Tuesday July 28th, 2015. How cool is Flatbread with live music every Thursday. I'll be back there on August 13th, 2015.



Next Big Event...HIT THE BEACH VIII . August 28th, 2015



"Surfing and Heals All Wounds"