Windsurfing

This is my world, it seemed to say, and you can’t take my domain away from me.
-Mavis Cheek
“Mrs. Fytton’s Country Life”

Twenty five years ago today:

July 19, 1986
Saturday

I woke up and went to mom’s house. I gave her the GUCCI purse. She LOVED it. She made me her homemade spaghetti bolognese dish for lunch. After the meal I went home to my place and ‘lounged’.

Mark Landreth called to see what I was doing.
“I’m going to Alameda to windsurf,” Mark announced.
“Oh great…I’ll meet you there on my bike,”  I said excitedly.
I sat on the beach with my bike turned upside down to avoid sand in my spokes.  I watched Mark get his gear together.  What a chore to prepare for windsurfing.  His Brazilian un-touchables (fellow wind surfers) were there.  All in all, it was nice to be out to observe the windsurf happenings.

PHOTO: Brazilian male model, Julio Capeletti

Cindy drove by while I was there on the beach. It wasn’t too much longer until Mark and I parted ways for the day.  I went o my mom’s house again and started to watch that movie called WHITE KNIGHTS (with mom and Sherri).  It wasn’t too exciting because I fell asleep watching it.

Imagination is the capacity to rearrange available data or to extrapolate from them.
-Jules Verne
“Paris in the Twentieth Century”,
the Lost Novel