For those of you who spend quality time with me, you know about my surgery and time out of the line up.
NO!! Not that kind of surgery, you clown. My elbow.
I have been on this Sphere since just after Pearl Harbor, and I have been
accomplished
in every sport under the sun: varsity baseball with the "LJ" on my jacket, MotoCross from the
inception of the Sport, skateboarding when it was on a 2 by 4 cut down to size,
tackle football down at the shores park across from our House,
need I mention surfing, whether by body,
by board, by wake, by mat, or with the seals,
full contact karate, cage-fighting, altercations in Hawaii and Ireland.
If it has been discussed, then I have participated in it.
Not always as a winner, but at least a participant.
But now, I am on the sideline. My elbow has kept me out of the fray.
I am forced to the sideline, to watch my brethern and sistern do the surfing.
And my fine friend, you do it well, without me to prod and kick you to do it right.
I actually saw some surfers NOT snaking others in the line-up of my favorite break.
I saw surfers being cordial to one another in the pack.
I have seen love and respect and discretion and I am a happy man.
Of course, the surf has been so weak the past myriad days, that I commiserate with you.
For I have not missed anything in the water, and have had adequate time to spend on the beach,
chatting with the ladies, taking photographs of the denizens, and listening to the Imbibers
as they sequentially discuss and solve all of the problems of the World.
Life is Good. The summer is alive. The Best is yet to come when the South Swells finally come in September.
Don't think I'm getting mellow or that I've slowed down. I am just waiting, waiting patiently, for my time.
some friends to spend waiting time with