Hey now, Mr. Allan Seymour couldn't h ave picked a
better day for his "Wooden Salad Bowl Classic" had his
career depended on it. Clear blue skies, not even a
breath of wind, water like glass, and warming. Mr.
Henry Ford, designated Beach Marshall, called for
the first heat, a claxon horn blasted, things were
underway. Contest favorite, Paul Carter, was first
away on a nifty wave, five feet in height, perfect
shoulder, sizzling curl snapping at his ankles. Well,
I think Pablo won the wole thing, if he does, he deserves
it. Two contestants complained the ocean was too
choppy and demanded their excessive entry fee returned.
Allan said you either surf or go sit in your car, turn on
the Padre's game. Okay then, tomorrow you find out
who the King of 'Nofre is.

Written by Big Fluke.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES