I had landed in New England, living in my trusty Rambler Cross Country station wagon, did a little work for “Goldie”, Howie Goldsmith, but got introduced to Charlie Phillips, he was trying to figure out the board building biz, I did a little work for him. I went to California and started shaping for Bahne and Channin/ Diffenderfer, but earlier in that year I had made unwanted contact with the powers that be. The probation department back then was neo nazi, I was hazed about the length of my hair, it was a sign to the other hippies that I was ready and willing to light one up.
I put in papers for a transfer to Barnstable County, Mass., but actually reported to Middleboro, Mass., the pressure was off from the pigs man. During the day, it was framing, roofing, pouring concrete, all that needed to be done to help my then retiring father build his home. By night, it was hop in his pickup and beat a track to RI and shape for Charlie, I had always let Charlie know it was only temporary, Gene Cotrell was taking the bus up from Joisey on weekends to shape also.
Little Rhody at that time offered up uncrowded, reef, point, river mouth, off shore islands, Little Compton, Ruggle’s, it was a good place to be, so as an incentive to stick around, Charlie and I became partners and this gave me the incentive to work REALLY hard and by the end of '68 we had become the biggest factory on the east coast.
I’m still the poor surfboard builder and Charlie is a millionaire, moral of the story, become a jewelry store owner