I NEED THE REST. SAN ONOFRE HAS BEEN ANNEXED BY FORCES worse than the SOSC BOD. Today we go to the "Cup and Sinker" North San Clemente's favorite
haunts for "old time" surfers, like guys in their 70's and 80's reminiscing about
"how it used to be down here before those bastards put in the harbor". Cheeze,
as a tiny boy, prior to the construction, on the way to 'Ol 'Nofre I would come to
Dana Point's gazebo, look down upon a desolate beach, rocky, unsightly, but these old-timers swore it broke 12' plus every day. Like get real, dudes. These old pelicans have a thousand yarns about the earlier times, no wet suits, wax, leashes, prosthetics, or any stuff such as that. They were men among men. They sit here now, their weathered, scrawny fingers wrapped around personalized coffee mugs, a huge, glazed, long-john on the paper napkin spread before them. They spoke reverently of Whitey Harrison, Freeth, Duke, and some whose name slips them right now.
Their skin festers with cancer, decades of blazing sun taking it's toll. I wish I could only sympathize with them. But no deal. A gentle breeze sweeps over the land, through the parking lot, stirring discarded paper napkins. It was time to go and let them remember the riders who momentarily slipped their mind.
TUBESTEAK/DOUG.CRAIG