THERE'S BEEN SOME AWFULLY GRUESOME NEW YEARS DAY, but Thursday

took the cake. As one drove down the "primitive dirt road" you could

smell trouble in the air. They all were there as if they were compelled,

"Close Encounters" style, that's the place in Wyoming where the spaceship

landed to collect the humans. This time the "humanoids" heavily imbibing

in near freezing condition stood on the "berm" a misused word for the drop

off to the water. They wore trendy Ugg Boots, red, white, and blue, watch

caps snug over their ears, a shivering hand clutching ice cold Coor's

Lite, a bugle and kazoo playing to keep the faithful in good spirits.

There was a mixture of green San Onofre Surfing Club 50th anniversary

generative Hooded sweatshirts and Taleaga Surf Team Tees.

It was hearing "Two Girls for Every Guy" again. Longboarders,

as they say, "trunked it, no wetsuit style. Real "Polar Bear Club" guys.

When every one exited the 56o water someone torched a truckfull

of dry pallets and discarded X-MASS trees, bone dry. The inferno

lasted all of ten minutes then was freezing once again.

The fifty or combatants stood shivering, waiting for the Mexican

style pot luck breakfast to begin. Just then, the Amish farm wagon

came into sight pulled by a John Deere tractor. Three Preachers

from East Riverside, prim, proper, flat stove-pipe hats, simple

black suits, supported by a single black suspender,

distributed Jehovah Witness pamphlets to the revilers.

Prophet NeoN made a bundle with his fortune telling kiosk.

"What does the future bring" Five dollars please!

I hate to be "the first to arrive and the last to leave", but I had no choice.

BIGKOOK got SOSC Bod frustrated by declaring, "people over

who surf look foolish." After watching the over 40 heroes in

the water I agree wholeheartedly. Go home old timers, rake the leaves.

Tomorrow, bad news for the Surf Club. Gov.Arnold takes control

of California's waters, grabbing the bull by the horns.

TUBESTEAK/PAVING.THE.WAVE
c.c. Alan Seymore
c.c.c. TEAMBIGKOOK