TOOK A HIKE to the contest at San Onofre surfrider State Beach given by an old friend, Alan Seymour hoping to track down THEBIGKOOK on a tip he had a new 10-20. The address gave a State Park Site where he might be. No dice he wasn't there so I'm going to find out which State Park. Whatever one, THEBIGKOOK'S in for a rude awakening come 1/1/2004. All Park passes are being increased to $279.00 per month thanks to Sr. Cruz Bustamante, as he says, "It's for the children." Yeah, Cruz, get real. They're not going to vote for you. Come back in 6 years they'll vote you in as El Presidente de
Estados Unida.
TUBESTEAK/PINCH.ME.I'M.DREAMING

STRIKE UPDATE! Locals 324/770 want to strike for higher wages. Higher wages mean higher consumer product prices. El meshed tepees (non union price for 10# bananas
.99. Albert (retail clerks, meatcutters, teamsters) .69 per pound. Go figure. Today is the second day of our Solidarity March to Salinas. Good News! Cruz Bustamante will join the march in Lodi then on to Fresno. Please support low food prices. Don't fall for union propopagnda. Union Business Agents collect their high paycheck salaries regardless. While strikers settle for nothing but unpaid bills.
TUBESTEAK/CONSUMER.ADVOCATE

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER Hunter Hancock's Harlem Matinee? Be-Bop to Ballads , Swing to Sweet, Blues to Boogie, Johnnie Otis.
TUBESTEAK/ROCKANDROLL.HALLOFFAME

LET THE WALK BEGIN. Today the posse and I are beginning our walk of destiny from here to Salt Lake City to show our support for Local 770 strike against working grocererrites who don't want a strike but the high paying Business Agents, who will receive their salary while the proletariat workers suffer without their weekly pay envelope. The reason the "Posse" wants involvement is grocery prices are high enough. Period. End of report.
TUBESTEAK/HUERTA

PLEASE HELP ME! This morning at 10:00 AM, the San Onofre Nuclear Gas and Electric Power Plant will conduct an Emergency Alert Test. THEBIGKOOK is unaware of this exercise, He will br at the Surfrider State Beach on a Sewer Worm Warning Search. He "no hablo espanol", doesn't know the warning siren sound. Please, someone, go to wherever
his Great White Van is and alert him. Noise level has been increased
ten-fold. This is not a joke! When hearing the blast he may go into shock. Thanks in advance.
TUBESTEAK/SW

World Without Violence: M.K.Ghandi Institute for Nonviolence.
Thank You NeoN and Arun Ghandi.

On Planet Earth everyone steps to a different drummer. The beat I hear is one of nonviolent, but that is what I want. In my world the oceans are blue, the water clear. Rivers run deep, fish plentiful. Mountains are a majestic purple in the afternoon sun, their peaks mantled with glacier white snow caps. Green meadows, grass blades vibrating in the summer breeze spreading as far as the eye can see. I live with peace and tranquility in a snug harbor of wind chimes and fluffy clouds. We neither read newspapers nor watch television. There is no violence here. That is how we want it.

paradoxically, some people hear a different drummer. They live in a world of violence, smoke bombs, guns, Molotov Cocktails, and grenades. Streets are littered with trash, homeless are everywhere. They riot and loot,
and murder. Their streets are choked with smoke and haze. Garbage trucks and busses belch black fumes. They are bodies in bedlam--but that is how they want it. For a world without violence they must have the burning desire to cross the line. I know the world without violence, but do the violent ones dare embrace serenity and non-suffering?
TUBESTEAK/90006

Once Hawk hit bottom in advance of his drop knee turn he took a quick glance left and saw a total eclipse, or in this case the wall of death, in the direction he choose to go. The Breakwater is a natural left slide off the groin. The Hawk recapitulated, drove the 30 feet to the peak, did a wide leggy maneuver, cranked a snap turn, went back right, heading directly at the massive, boulder shrouded, wall of the groin. Lifeguards came out f rescue One headquarters to witness the phenomenon. The parking lot, filled with onlookers, became as thunderous as the growing surf, people were cheering loudly for The Hawk.

Hawk was in perfect trim, 30' above the trough, going full throttle, focused on the wall of granite before him, approaching rapidly. For a long while The Hawk had a move he'd wanted to introduce, a fly-a-way reverse kick out. Now or never, he thought. At maximum speed he timed it perfectly. The 20' high granite fortressed breakwater wall was there, the Hawk was ready. Facing the super-duper wave, he stepped back, his shoulders rotatating swung his board as he thrust the tail into the wave sending it spinning high into the sky, over the breakwater's crest, right into the other side, which is now known as King Harbor. Tomorrow the Rescue.
TUBESTEAK/90265

When we last appeared we had arrived at the Redondo Beach Breakwater with "The Hawk" at the wheel of his notorious Willis Jeep stacked with boards.
As you recall the ground swell reached gargantuan proportions, waves to twenty five feet in height. The January morning sky was filled with mist and haze, byproducts of the thunderous surf. Hawk was first into the water. He slammed his board into the boil, backwash churning the shorebreak giving a glacier white appearance. His timing was perfect, he made it to surfline in record time. After all he was now 500 yards out to sea. He sat straddling the board, caught his breath and let out a banshee-like "whooyahh" audible above the roaring combers. His passengers floundered in the shorebreak unable to make it out to sea.

Hawk watched as the huge peak approached, bounced off the breakwater jumping to an astonishing 30 feet. Before he knew it, Hawk was sucked up the face of the massive peak all the way to the summit, catapulted down and across the face. He felt great speed as his board dropped the 30; straight across the wall of water.