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By: The kiddie with the paddle and the board.
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Friday, 12 October 2007 |
 The Original Mr. Softee  When the buoys show any inkling of swell, I feel like a little kid who, upon hearing the faint jingle of Mr. Softee's truck (click to listen), drops everything, gathers up all the spare change in the house, then races out to the sidewalk and waits...only to discover that he's nowhere in sight.
 This morning, when I arrived at the beach, there were about 8 of us standing on the curb, money in hand, waiting. There were some waves but when they came they were had the flavor of a small vanilla cone...simple and satisfying.
I know that with patience it will come. There are two storms out at sea with the possibility of winter waves late next week and the week after.
 Anyway, this post goes out to anyone else who feels like they're sitting on the curb, money in hand, waiting for Mr. Softee. I know...patience.
Waiting and still stoked!
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