Hanging with the Guys

It takes a little while to be accepted as a "regular". After hanging around "Old Man's" for the last five years, I think I have almost made it. At least, the guys I see there most days treat me well.

Many of the regulars are retired. "I've got Monday off" I'll say, "it's Labor day."

"We don't get it off anymore" someone will respond, "we're retired."

I see Glen almost every day. He has been a real friend to me. When a friend gave me an old surfboard, Glen gave me an old leash to hook up to it.

R.D. has been bringing his grandson out to surf from time to time. Good work, R.D.! Get them started early!

Dan is a young muscular guy who is a real artist on a long board. I am amazed at the waves he will go for and get. He has a cute puppy dog named Foca, which is Spanish meaning "Seal".

Dan’s dad Keith is a fireman whose schedule lets him spend some days at the beach. He has always had kind and encouraging words for me.

Chave shows up rarely from somewhere up north. He is a Christian and we’ve had some interesting discussions.

Then there’s the kayakers. They are a nice bunch, many of them active or retired policemen. For the most part there is an attitude of live and let live no matter what kind of device you may be riding. Bill even let me use his kayak one day, and, amazingly, I caught a wave and rode it!