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His name, although not important, rhymes with Meredith. He's jumping out of his skin to get in the water. This guy has always been like a stoked grom. He's already in his wetsuit, and he is totally amped. I smile and nod.
"How is it?" he asks. "How does it look?" I answer. You know the deal here, the typical friend, busting each other's balls kind of stuff. "You're a beaut." He says, as he walks to the back of his vehicle to open the hatch. I look over my shoulder, and I hear him groan, as he quickly shuts the hatch and walks back to get back in his vehicle.
"What's up?" I inquire.
" Nothing...I forgot my board." He says under his breath.
"What? No you didn't? Please don't tell me you forget your board." I laughed. "Dude, this is the second time, you've done this in the last 6 months in front of me." I say to him, as he struggles to get back in his vehicle before anyone else sees this. "The second time in front of me!!!"
"I'm gonna have to write about this!" I yell as he backs out of the parking space.
"Oh come on..." He pleads. "Look, people ask me all the time, Ralph, how do you find stuff to write about each week? Are you kidding me? I tell em...Hell, sometimes this shit just falls into my lap. Like right now." I laugh.
He's still just trying to back out, but other motorists won't let him. They must be out Leaf Peeping. They could care less about head high surf, from the remnants of Hurricane Kyle. And they certainly don't care about some surfer forgetting his surfboard. It's beautiful.
I'm still laughing, as I see him get more and more frustrated. "Now don't go and tailgate some poor unsuspecting motorist, as you fly home, to get your board!" I yell.
He may have flipped me the bird as he sped off.
If he did, I deserved it.
Later on, my forgetful friend, who's name rhymes with Henny, catches a wave, and rides it from opening to opening. I nod and give him props. I told him I'd mention that ride, along with the other two missing board episodes of course. We all just laugh about it.
Honestly, I don't think for a minute, he thought I would actually write about this. But hey, I'm just relaying information to all of you, that I observe from week to week. I'm just doing my job. Please don't hate me.
Walking back up to my vehicle after that sesh, I noticed a black fur animal curled up in a distorted position at the bottom of the stairs at 10th Street. Getting closer, I could make out, that it was a dead Seal. His head was missing.
A missing head, on that dark Seal, could only mean one thing. Sharks. Look, we all know they're out there. But if you didn't, I've got some other news for you. There's Bears in our woods. And here's another reminder for you all. That seal looked like he was wearing a wetsuit. Just like the one you wear. I know it's October, but sometimes, Mother Nature get's way off track. Like that wayward Manatee that wandered way off course last week.
Who's to say, that one of the many killer sharks, who live off our coast, is not cruising our shorelines, looking for another tasty dark morsel? Not me. Keep yer eyes and ears open kids. Just a little food for thought.
The horizon looks bleak for any significant surf. But I wouldn't rule out any small, fun size, surf popping up here and there. If you have a flexible schedule, you might score some fun surf. You just never know what Mother Ocean can cook up at a moment's notice during the week.
to bring your board (and Shark Repellent).
My sister Donna called me today, to tell me that she had to put her Cat down yesterday. She was pretty upset. I told her how sorry I was. Losing a Pet is really hard. I'm sure you've all gone through it. Makes no difference how old, or what kind. Dog, Cat, Monkey, or goat. It's hard. My Jersey Surf friends Geoff and Lori Haenn lost their longtime canine companion "Murphy" last week as well.
Those in the know, claim that pets go to heaven too. That would be nice. To be able to see our pets again. Man, Heaven must be crowded.
Speaking of animals, I dragged some unwilling members of my family off to Topsfield Fair the other night. I'm sure some of you locals, who grew up in and around the North Shore, and other parts of Northern New England, have heard of the Topsfield Fair. The TF is the oldest continuous running fair in America. It had been a tradition of our family, to visit the fair each October for as long as I can remember.
is not a huge fan of the fair, but at least she can tolerate, a midweek,
quick fair session. It's funny, because in my house, my dad loved the
fair and my mom hated it. We all loved it as kids. I don't know many
kids who didn't . Of course things changed when we became teenagers.
We still went. But not with Mom and dad.
I think we spent half the night looking for him.
Once we all became parents ourselves, we continued to go to the fair. My brother called me to tell me that he saw Pete Best at the Fair on Wednesday. Pete Best was the original drummer for the Beatles. How sad. Talk about letdowns. Getting kicked out of the Beatles and 40 plus years later you're playing at Topsfield Fair next to the Poultry barn. I tell you folks, sometimes life is not fair.
Hey that was a pun!
We saw the Village People at the Fair on Thursday.
The FREAKING VILLAGE PEOPLE! That was funny. Those guys seem peculiar to me. I liked some of their songs and found myself, wanting to dance with my youngest daughter, but she would have none of it.
When our kids were young, we used to have Disco parties. We bought the Disco Compilation CDs and we would wear Giant Wigs and throw on some big ass bell bottoms and dance in our living room. I'm sure our neighbors thought we were crazy.
play the Chargers tonite. Hope the Randy Moss-Matt Cassel
show continues. Good luck to them. And our RED SOX ended up beating
the ANGELS and are now in 1-1 tie with the RAYS.
Tuesday night we are back home with Lester taking the
mound. Meanwhile Manny and Company are in a deep hole trailing
2-0 with the PHILLIES. I suppose it's possible that a
RED SOX DODGERS World Series could still happen. We'll see. GO
SOX! GO PATS!
1987 Hanalei Bay Kauai.
Meanwhile down South...Hurricane Kyle September, 2008
Brian Nevins is everywhere. And he was front and center at the local
KB's Pig Roast last week.
Today 2008 PARTING SHOT- It's a Dog's World