Ate a banana while checking the Lane. Paddled out at the point instead. In the lineup I recognized the epic mustache and shock of grey hair on the horizon; it was my dad, aka Dr. Brian (Doc), the old man of the sea. We caught up, and I watched him catch some. He was looking spry and wiley, swear he was surfing like he was 55. He invited me to dinner with mom and later I met them at Carpo's.
Skipped lunch proper and I don't have a pic of dinner, only this simple story to relate:
Talked about my brother's wedding with my parents while I noshed a plate of chicken tenders on a bed of pasta along with steamed squash, carrots and broccolli. With french fries on the side. For dessert, I slayed a wedge of olallaberry pie. Oh yes. Oh-la-la berry pie. My pie. Fucker was as thick as a phonebook.
The End.
1 comment:
I need some Carpo's.
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