A DAY AT THE BEACH

A DAY AT THE BEACH

A glorious fall morning and I’m up early, car loaded up with boards and wetsuits, and I’m off for a short drive to The Beach! Oh yea, living life large in the Sunset!  Think I’ll surf the middle of the beach today, although the north end or south end could be pretty good too!

So, I’m standing on the dunes, taking in the beautiful colors in the sky, the light offshore wind and the decent 6-foot lines rolling through and I’m thinking: “Should I ride my 6’6” or my 6’2”???  Decisions decisions!!!!

So, this guy is lurking near me, looking like he wants to talk to me, so I say, “Good morning” and he asks, “Are you Marty Murphy?”  Yea I am as he introduces himself as Lucifer Lax.   He’s creeping closer to me:  medium height, skinny, carrot head, pasty skin…hey no judgment but he doesn’t surf! Shoulder bag and ponytail on top of his head.  We shake hands, and I’m reminded of how smooth silk is.

I’m saving the beach you know! He says to me…so I says I didn’t know it needed saving son…he says we want to beautify the beach with artwork as his CK perfume drifts my way…I says well I think God’s artwork is nice as it is! As I stare at a slightly overhead barrel reel off right in front of us

I gaze at the cirrus clouds and see some okay looking sets north of us…this guy’s creeping closer and I can see he is wearing one of those unisex outfits and has spittle on his lips and a slight tremor and he says I’m an attorney for so and so tech company and bike coalition leader and I’m heading up Friends of the gentry something or other and no on the recall…he drones on.  I say that’s nice.

I kind of start shuffling away from him looking around to make sure none of my buddies see me with him, aware that I don’t really want to get any spittle on me, and I forgot my shades so I’m going to get a headache from those colors on his outfit and the perfume is killing me and damn those rights are firing!  So, I says Have a nice day and skittle out of there.

I change into my wetsuit, decide to ride a 6’4” just to be on the safe side. And head across the dunes to the beach!  Ahh what a glorious day I think to myself as I raise my eyes to the heavens with a short prayer…if not for the grace of God there go I. Waves were firing. Barrels galore!

As I’m driving home, I remember that Lincoln is playing Sacred Heart tonight.  I’m rooting for Lincoln tonight as a close friend’s son and daughter are playing.  I start to worry a little because Sacred Heart is pretty good this year and maybe the Lincoln Mustangs are overconfident.  Then I remember that these are City boys and girls.  They understand respect.  They would never underestimate the Fighting Irish. 

Sincerely,

Marty Murphy