Grew up in Los Angles.
Lived by the airport, then E. L.A.
Moved to Honolulu in 1970 from East L.A. 12 yrs. old. (can you say culture shock)
Started paipo boarding at waikiki.
Bought first surfboard, 5’10", from a friend for $10.
Surfed Ala Moana park; concessions, big rights, tennis courts, ibm’s. We’d stash our boards on the roof of the bathrooms, cause we rode the bus everywhere we went. Worked one whole summer in Texas, hauling hay, saved enough to come home and buy a REAL board, a 6’2" round-pin Surfboards Hawaii, shaped by Ben Aipa.
Went one time to N.Shore camping. Surfed log cabins. Ate shit.
Got into too many drugs, too much trouble, quit school, worked at the pineapple cannery, joined the army (big mistake). Got out.
Lived in Texas two years, no surf.
Back to L.A.
Got a board, wetsuit. Got back into it. Moved to S.D. Surfed. Moved to N.Cal, Washington, Oregon (coming in from a solo surf one day, another surfer passes me on the beach. Asks me if I wanna go back out cause he doesn’t wanna surf alone, circa 1975, (surf was good, too). Moved to Utah, Nevada, Georgia (Job). No surf.
Back to Washington. Started surfing again. Entered a little surf contest, “Polar Surf Challenge”, took 1st place, longboarding in the 40yr.old and up division. My 15 minutes of fame.
Here I am, 48 years old, surfing my arse off in S.D… 36 years after trying that first paipo board at Waikiki. What a trip!