I just walked up to my shed ,theres a hole in the roof that only leaks when it rains,last night It rained, the board we were looking at was under the leak.so I resolve myself to my fate and walk in to see this mornig and yep theres a 6" wide puddle on the bottom in the concave…so I put down a paper towel off the roll as there are none in the recycling pile on the floor and the sucking action of the dogonned towel soaks up the water and then i fold over the corners and more water is soaked up mad and if I had a microphone Ill bet you might have even been able o hear it… second towel almost no water wow !then kinda rubbed a little and not wet…then i touched it and if I thought of it I would have said ALA KA ZAM…because it was not wet! Now if that dont frost my limited woodworking mind I can probobly glass that son of a bartholemew cubbins hat …dont this here tech no knowledgy make it easier than pushig a wheel barrow down hill with nothing in it ? thank you Mr GORDON grubby CLARK I for one think you have done somthing special and I appreciate it .
me an Dave surfed polihale kinda krappy on surf mats yesterday with nobody out took 7 on the head pushing through and left 4 boards on the roof of the truck and didnt miss’em the water was clear and clean …dave said I wish dale coulda been out here with us and I replied…he is…thanks dale I patched all the holes and its tight .I think Im over being intimidated about patching …got a couple green glides that make it all worth it…ambrose…Hope yous guys get to go surfing its great
We are very lucky people to be able to live in a place where we can surf a wave like the bowl all alone for three and a half hours when it is overhead and light offshores. All we have to do is hone in our night vision and call the moon out from behind the clouds. Wow barells by moonlight, and only a few poundings. It looks weird underwater at night. I think next time I wont open my eyes down there at night. As for today the arms are so sore I am having trouble typing. A three and a half hour solo bowl session. Is this what those people next door refer to as heaven.
Let me tell you a story…that sits down next to my heart and never leaves…
December 24 1991 Compton ,California
My name is Kenny,but my homeys call me ghost,I live less than 20 miles from the beach ,but I've only been there like, 3 times in my life.Twice on the bus with my mother and little brother and once by myself on a stingray bicycle.I really enjoyed riding to the beach and seeing all that sand,sun,and water.............I did go in .........I don't know how to swim......................I want to take lessons, but the public pool is closed until further notice and my family can't afford private lessons......................I never knew my father................... .He was in jail when he died,and my mom works part time in Long Beach,by taking the bus.She'd work it full time ,but welfare is always threatin' to cut us off if my mom makes more than 10,000 a year.
That was when I was 13...................................................................now @ 16 I sling dope........................glass,crack,pot,pills,dust whatever I can get my hands on.I always have a big gat hidden in the small of the back and a AK under my bed.I stopped going to school because it's a waste of time ................I make bank 500-5000 dead presidents in 2-4 hours a day ..................and do all the sprack I want.......I can't leave the stead cuz of my rivals houndin' in on my turf ,and I never have any real bank cuz it all goes to keeping my hood CV-3 BLUE and blood free.
…Last week my momma said she was going to find us a better place to live.
…closer to the beach…I wish my momma and little Tyron all my bestest of love…
…you see I died this morning in a drive by shooting…I could hear my momma cryin’ as I took my last breath…God Speed.
A little friend of mine …who didn’t make it out so lucky.I miss you Kenny B…Herb
ps…according to the M.E. report,Kenny had less than 1/3 of his lung capacity from smoking crack for 3 years.