“And I still, to this day, subconsciously spot pop bottles lying alongside the road anywhere I drive, the training of my younger years. Now I don’t have to pick them up any more. But someone is.”
The Lion In His Attic is a scifi story about a sea lion. A good read, especially for your birthday. Meanwhile, attached is a photo appropriate to this venue. We know that dolphins surf.
Apparently, sea lions do as well.
Thanks for the memories, the time, the concern, the lessons, the opportunity to observe and just be. Thanks for making your attic available. For everything.
Ahh, the echoes from a distant retro soul. Me also born in the magic that was 48, connected are we all to a time. And Phil, not just the person, the stylist, but a symbol, an icon, to an era long gone. No one’s best buddy or brother had yet died in VietNam, no one had yet taken a bad trip, waves and the life they begot brought souls together, and yes wood had not yet been written out of history. Me thinks it still defines it in the world of waves and riding. Silk, baby butts, sipping tequila, sunsets, friends, memories to take forward, arms down with a gentle lean into the bottom just before the glide - all smooth indeed. Happy B-day and Enjoy the next half of your ride.
