The next time my father and I chat I'm going to ask him if the reason he used to surf growing up in Southern California was because all the dogs at the beach made him smile... or because he just couldn't help himself with all the insanely smart and spirited surfergirls that used to toss along beside him atop the momentum of the briny waves. I suppose that, it being sunny Southern California and all, the bikinis involved might have also been a factor. However, I must say--even surfing in the cold cold waters off of Manzanita, OR... where every inch of body at the beach gets tucked into tight layers of neoprene--you can't deny the charm of being immersed in sea and the good energy of strong brilliant women and beach-romping dog pals.
