Night time...

Sittin here listening to Jack Johnson, looking up fly fishing gear and thinking of the outdoors...it's a chill night.  If I could, I'd hook up some tunes to this here website so that you could groove to what's moving me now!  Bawbadoobadoop...cha!



I like to surf.  But I stink at it.  Actually, what I do really can't be called surfing.  In the gnarly "waves" on the Long Island coast, we get about 3 seconds of ridable wave then SMASH! you're in the sandbar, eatin shell salad.  Anyway, 'bout time I visited that broskee of mine in CA and tried out some fo-real waves!  Who's in?!

B