Surfing Wonderbread

From elephant ears to apple doll heads.

I went to the beach twice yesterday. Once I had a surfboard and all my gear, once without. Which trip was more fun?

The first trip was early. That was the surf trip with all of the usual things: a couple of boards, leashes, wax and enough neoprene to make the usually frigid North Atlantic ocean something less than hellish.

It was a good day to have picked this beach. There was a surfing competition¹ on. Most of the other people where at another beach. When it comes to surfing, fewer people mean more fun.

The waves were small and mushy. They lacked push. they were about as trilling to surf as getting into an elevator.

Oh boy did I ever love elevators as a kid. We’d get in one and my mom would instantly tense up. And that little dip they used to make when beginning or arriving at a floor? I used to love to do little jumps to make the feeling even more exaggerated.

But as an adult, the only thrill I get from elevators is pretending to hit the ‘hold the door open’ button as I frantically pound…