Watching

watching the waves
watching the watchers

Hughie Don't Surf

Hughie don't surf no more. In fact he never stood up on a board like the Duke. He preferred to glide along the wave unencumbered by fibreglass and wax. He taught me to sail a boat, to spot a rip, to draw and sang me to sleep with ancient Irish lullabies when I was a kid. Happy Birthday Dad (RIP).

Tuesday (Texting not driving)

Text # 1
"Scarey surf by myself yesterday at W Head. Tiny wave on The Point"

Text # 2
"A good question. I don't think you would like the answer"

Text # 3
"Accident on O St gridlock. We are stuck near R. Start walking. We have not moved for 10 minutes"

Text # 4
"Gave K the mat. She says thanks and chucks ya a couple of shuckers!"