In the midst of listing all the items for sale on craigslist and ebay
one item stopped me in my tracks...
my surfboard - the one that I'd driven to Santa Rosa to pick up, the one that had contributed to my shoulder injury, and the one I still didn't really know how to surf yet.
scribbling down the dimensions, I stuffed her back in her bright white bag along with my ambitions of learning how to surf in Nor Cal.
Untapped bottom turns would have to be learned elsewhere, on another board
I humbly admitted to the score
Ocean Beach =1, Me =0
and passed on stewardship of a board I'd liked to have called my own, for just a little longer.
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