Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. "Sent down" from Oxford. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Yep, I Surfed The Wedge. It Was My 50th Birthday Present to Myself. It Turned Out About as Well as It Did for These Guys
And, given how much death with which I've had to deal over the last six months, I may do it again as a pure act of defiance against mortality.