Well, yesterday my old Dewey Weber longboard went to a new home. Someone stuffed enough bills in my pocket for me to let it go. Surprised I kept it so long. 59 years. Hadn't touched it for at least 55 of those years. It has resided quietly behind some shelving in the garage all that time.
I could never surf worth a dam. I might get one full ride for every ten times I was up. But I kept it because it was an early birthday present from a surfing cousin who was stabbed to death trying to break up a fight. He was working as a bouncer at the Rainbow bar on Sunset in West Hollywood. He was stabbed seven times and pronounced dead at the scene. But that was a long time ago.
So long, Dewey, from your hodad buddy.