i can hear tand smell the surf, the trees…a nd oh yeah, the BBQ!!!it should be hullacious!
and from the crew rose a hale and hearty Hullzah as the ship rounded the familar rock out cropping and the chasam of plaskett creek appeared …gliding to a safe anchorage the right ship “Madam Paler” of panamanian registry flying the swaylocks colors off the stern set free the anchor salvaged in the Galapagos in 93 by the ousteau expedition of the same year…three canoes flew from the deck and landed gracefully in the water their southern ocean hardwoods resonating the mellowness of thousands of waves ridden to season the wood singing the songs of exotic waters not yet tasted…The Madam Paler 's visage of contentment pulling to an elastic stop like the relief of a mother after giving birth and holding her breath as the birthed triplets were mounted by capable paddlers to gather Sandollar’s bounty,be they waves ,mollusks,fish,shells or Jade for they thet prefers any of each… though the conversations of the oddly like minded were to be the most coveted of all the treasures … let alone the conclusions set in material form were the most audible of the million words…ambrose…el nombre de mi no es importante,la esperitas de mi companeros es importante solamente… Bien OLAS tienden!
We gotta keepa eye on Matt so he dosnt dig around in his fin bag then start cookin with out a good delousing.KP.
A Swaylocks FLAG. I like that idea… who wants to tackle it?
Bumper Stickers?
Roger
A bumper sticker of a flag, then. But what’s on it? How about a globe, a wave, and, er, sandpaper (the universal tool for all shapers?)
MAC MEDA had a stencil O.B.Dave came north with it and stenciled many cars including his austin motor car…the flag wrapped arruond her shoulders the lithe coastal runner takes a victory lap as the crowwd cheers to the heavens to wake all of olympus ,asgard , and other passed soul resident communities…the bus filled with exotics finally arrived and the first off the bus was the familiar standard o’ the swaylocks revolutionary laboratory where all the boards inside the bus were born of a plethora of divergent minds … finally after days of water combat the morning mist parted and the swaylocks flag flew high over the capital of surfovania a cheer slowly rose to a roar as the 76 trombones and other brass horns of the marching band sleeping on the steps came to life on the cue to rival the roar and president paler came to the balcony with his new board to wave to the crowd of onlooking inter -galactic media… ambrose…a pacific blue field with a pelican an Iwa and three other surf birds- white in silouete arround the obligatory white S in a white circle fielding the s in a fifty fifty popsicle orange