THINGS WENT SO GOOD YESTERDAY AT THE "CUP AND SINKER" I WENT BACK.
The "Cup", as the gang calls it, overlooks the ocean south of the Harbor. Our "Cup
and Sinker" is a cozy little hang out for the old fellow who likes his coffee hot and black, his sinker freshly glazed, and plenty of room to "chew the fat"
with the cronies. All the gang's in their seventies or eighties, not of good health,
lots of maladies, arthritis, missing limbs, insomnia, all things inherent with "getting
up there". Aside of their physical complaints they have one thing in common: They're all old geysers of the '30's and '40's, some of them having met the "Duke" or Tom Blake or "Surfing" Sam Reid. An empty stool was available, "One-Eye Jack" was admitted to the hospital last night complaining of disorientation, confusion, and dementia, although the table concluded it was probably another occurrence of his All-timers Disease. I asked how Jack got the nickname "One-Eye" and was told by Wayne Miyata, "Cup and Sinker's proprietor, Jack was fishing off the pier at the Harbor when a child ran out carrying a bamboo fishing pole, as he approached Jack, he stumbled, Jack reached out to help him, just as the kid's mother yelled, "Cuidado, mi hijo, you're liable to poke somebody's eye out." Jack felt the stinging sensation in his left eye as the kid's pole poked him right in the eye. They tell the story of how "One-Eye" and Whitey Harrison were out at "Ski-Jump", a mammoth peak approached with room for but one rider and that was "One-Eye" He jumped to his feet, dragged his right
arm for maximum angle strength. dropped to the trough of the glassy wall, stood erect, and highballed directly toward Del Obisbo, full speed ahead. Jack at one point was 250 yards ahead the hook. This was September, 29th, 1939.
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