Hey everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the past. Now, I can’t remember if I told you this story, but I’ll tell it again. It’s kind of cool.
A while ago I was hanging out with my friends at the beach in Montauk. One of my friends had a sea kayak. I asked my friend if I could take the sea kayak out. He looked at me and said, “Have you every tried a sea kayak? The waves are big today.” I said, no, I never tried a kayak, period, but surfboard, kayak, I think I can handle it. So I went out, but he was right. The waves were big. After I get out past the shore break, I was sitting among big rolling seas. Now, when I was out there, it was just after a big plane went down off the coast of Long Island. The military was going up and down the beach looking for debris. A hummer pulled up next to my friends. A guy got out with a blow horn and said to me, “Hey you in the sea kayak! Pick up that debris for us and bring it back.” I was like, Oh, great. So I paddled over to the debris they were talking about and I saw it was clothes. I thought to myself, oh great, I hope there’s no body in those clothes. I got what I could, basically a shirt and a hat. They were pretty charred up from fire. I’d never been in a sea kayak before, so I was a little nervous. The waves were big. Now, I don’t know how I did it, but I got on a wave and rode it like Hawaii five oh. Basically, rode it right up to the marine’s feet, like I used to always do it all the time. I handed the clothes to the marine. He was a big guy. I said, be careful there’s sea lice in the hat. The guy jumped around like a 10 year old girl, screaming, “ewww, ewww, ewww.” He’d have made a great ballet dancer. He threw the clothes in the back of the hummer and drove down the beach.
Just another day at the ocean.
I miss living there. It was fun.
Talk to you guys next week.
Love, B. Nice