GroundWave



I'm listening to the likes of Furry Lewis, Juke Boy Bonner, and Pink Anderson playing delta blues this evening. Local RadioSport operator Fred, KI6QDH has zeroed in on his personal best and is looking to exceed his record later this evening. The bands are pumping according to Fred with some choppy conditions reported on 15 and 40 meters.
He's stoked!
The Search Begins.
Airwaves are hot and the surf off of Wilmar Avenue looked fun, perfect in fact, for my Home Grown longboard shaped by a local as a retirement present. It was not free. I gifted myself after 20 years in the uniform. The board was better than a watch.
I spoke previously about my battle with middle aged bulge that mysteriously appeared last week. One wakes up usually in the morning, looks in the mirror, usually alone and gives that bulge a shake or two, man, I asked, "Where did you come from?"
One thousand fast food restaurants later and the mystery is solved. However a question remained whether or not I could, once again, fit into my Rip Curl wetsuit?
Wilmar Avenue.
I loaded Pearl, that's the name for my Ford Explorer, early this morning after gathering some beta from Shell Beach Surf Shop. The shop is local and everything is beginning to feel really local. Stu, the shop owner and I reminisced about those days when, well, you remember.
Bryan mentioned Wilmar Avenue is a good place to start searching for the perfect Old Man wave.
I built buzz all through the week watching surfing videos at Surfer. However in the back of my mind I wondered about the bulge above my belt line. Would it make a difference? Pearl was packed and ready.
Exploding Zipper.
I tuned into my favorite radio station KKJL AM 1400 plays Bing, Nat, Elvis, Frank, Ingelbert, and Patsy, perfect music for the search. I'm not getting today's music as played on the frequency modulated airwaves. My favorite album oriented stuff is like a looped soundtrack, tired and worn. I can take only so much of Reo Speed Wagon, Peter Frampton, and Led Zeppelin.
Parked Pearl and began a familiar ritual that is getting into the wetsuit. It is not easy putting on neoprene rubber and I got this vibe when the first leg went into the suit. I pulled, tugged, pulled and tugged, until the moment of truth arrived.
I yanked the zipper vertical and the damn thing refused. Pulled again. Nothing. One has to reach behind the back and pull upward. It is not a normal zipper motion. Embarrassment sweat appeared on my forehead while I stood yards from a 2.5 million dollar home that is for sale. One more time with a lot of vertical motion.
The zipper exploded.
Conclusion.
My search continues for the perfect Old Man wave despite my ruined wetsuit. The zipper warranty has long expired but the bulge above the belt line remains.
73 from the shackadelic on the beach.



