Post #148048 by PapeToaTane on Sun, Mar 20, 2005 8:16 PM

WWII. Good point, though. Actually, I wasn't born until 1957, and the only board of his I ever saw was his giant Weber "log". As a matter of fact, when he died in 1993, I paddled out into icy-cold waters on that very same board (delaminated skag and all!) down in Baja to spread his ashes into the waves he loved so much. I truly dunno which board he brought back from Oahu to be honest. I know that he surfed Malibu (we lived in Venice) when I was a really little guy....I have some old pics somewhere of him holding me up bu the hands while standing on his old Weber board out on the sand near Paradise Cove.

As for me, I never had the desire to surf. Surrounded by surfers my whole life, I just couldn't get the hang of it. I know enough to know that I'm a natural goofy-foot (from my days riding skateboards) - but "good balance" was never my long suit.

I get seasick, too. I was pretty much a disappointment to dad when it came to water sports!