The Father of Boogie Boarding

My friend Cal will always be the Father of Boogie Boarding to me. I owe him a debt of gratitude that I may never be able to repay. I'd like to think that, in Cal's absence, I might have taken up the sport; however, I can never be sure of that, and besides it doesn't matter: Cal is the one who got me started, and I'm thankful.

How did it happen? One day, Cal said to me "Dann, would you like to go boogie boarding with me?" I thought about it, and thought about it, and I couldn't come up with an excuse fast enough - and so I went. The rest is history. After a slow start, I got to the point where I was going several times a week. Finally, I was going every day on the way to work.

On rare days in the summer, during daylight savings time, I may just slip away from work a little early and go out for a second session.

Fanatic? Addict? Guilty as charged! "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might!"

Thanks, Cal!