Not too long ago, I used to equate summer with time off from school and a summer job. Now, twenty years and a vasectomy later, I now fondly, but vaguely, recall summer times that have long since gone. Days of driving trucks without air conditioning, delivering produce to restaurants and grocery stores while also delivering a paycheck for myself. Those hot, sweaty days were made tolerable by the promise of evening baseball games.
Summers with a little cash in my pocket, a girlfriend on my arm and the thoughts of a diving catch or baseball hit so square, that it would not spin on its journey towards green grass freedom. I remember thinking, “How long will I be young so that I can enjoy summer.” And that is all it is now, a summer memory.
And then I discovered surfing, it brought back summer to my life...
Proprietor: Kenzie of Leucadia