I was living in Germany in '62 near Frankfurt. I was 7 when we were rousted up at night and told to grab out schitt and run out to a field to be flown out of WWiii. I remember thinking I was finally going to fly in a helicopter. Then the ruskies blinked (blanked?) and the world was safe again. except I didn't get my helicopter ride. Dashed a little boy hopes and dreams with a thoughtless act. Only in 'Merka!
And I rate this whole year as the worse ever for me. that's from '74, including the horrible wave drought of '85.
So far this fall (beginning 9/21), conditions in VB have generally been either choppy and disorganized or swimming pool flat - with a few fun periods sneaking in here and there. Right now, we're in the middle of a week long plus f-l-a-t spell. Getting in a lot of jogging and push-ups lately. This is only my second Fall surfing, but I doubt it's been as good as it gets.