San Onofre has a huge Albatross hanging from it's gawky neck.
Doom and gloom has settled over the primitive dirt road like
a giant manhole cover. A day without death would be like a day
without sunshine. The reason the State doesn't want cars parked
triple depth (like those at Haw'n Gardens San Onofre Surfing
Paradise) in case there's another death, paddle-out, bocci-ball
players, choking off ingress and egress of City, State, and
County, emergency vehicles. An example being several years back,
during the mid seventies, four riders of longer balsa boards
sat beyond the reef (now known as Old Men's), a doctor of medicine,
a common plumber, and a long time fellow of legion (FOL). Two riders
departed on a wave six feet in height, one right in the curl,
the other a piggish green water advocate. There was a sleight
no harm no foul crackling of fibreglass, as the boards came
together. The fellow with the right of way fell from his stick
into the ocean, the other watched as his body, attached to the
bungee death cord disappear from plain view. The other rider
reached out just as the other sank, pulled him to the surface
by his gray hair, positioned him on the FOL board, The MD paddled
over, joined by the Surfing Plumber. The three administered CPR,
but to no avail. The seventy year old was dead. Peolpe scrambled on
the beach begging the lifeguard (Hal Diarywimple) to aid the rescue
party. Dairywimple said he couldn't do nothing till he had back-up
at the tower. The Doc, Plumber, and FOL, did all they could to
resuscitate the gray haired fellow, however, the old guy went
to surf with the angels. An investigation was conducted, when
results came in the State exonerated Dairywimple of any
negligence, placed the blame on the people at The Point claiming
the failed to park as the rules indicate resulting in the death
of the old timer.

Written by John 3:16
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES