My Favorite Summer

This may be a little late, but I thought I'd slide it in before Thanksgiving...
Around 1976-77, I had a Boogie Board, a first year rendition of a Morey, but the only designation imbedded on the deck was "132 B.E."
Later Boogie Boards also read "Morey Boogie", along with the "132 B.E." which suggested that mine was an early kit, and was probably assembled at home using a common clothes iron!
Dad worked in Pacific Beach, just a few blocks from Crystal Pier, as I remember, so one summer morning I asked him if he would drive me to the beach on his way to work, and he gladly agreed!
We hopped into his Faded red (Damn Italian tank paint, dad would cuss, when describing the cars' heavily oxidized 5-year old finish) 1971 Fiat 124 sport coupe, and I would just walk to the beach from Copley. This would become our daily ritual all summer long...
I would surf all morning, and around noon, I would walk the 6-blocks or so to his work. He would let me in the office (remember the loud buzzer?), and I would walk through the place with my sandy board leaving a trail on the carpet.
My hair (long, at the time), was a dripping rats nest and my shirt and bathing suit were stuck to my wet skin...
"This is my son!", he would say proudly to his co-workers, and thier usual comments to me included, "been surfing?".
We would have lunch in his office, usually Romano's roast beef sandwiches (Still the best, I can still taste them, is Romano's still there?), and Dad would show little regard for the messy trail of sand and sea water I had just left in his office, hallway, chairs, etc, instead he would be showing me his latest project or electronic printing gadget...
After lunch, it was back to the beach for me, for more waves (when you go every day, you get some great rides!) girl watching, and talking to other surfers, about 50% of which were from out of town, all cool dudes, though...
Around 5:00p, I would walk back to Copley, and if Dad wasn't ready, I would go next store to the Suzuki/Kawasaki motorcycle shop and look at the wierd street bikes with no camshafts (maybe that's why I held onto my triple, this shop was full of triples!) and soon Dad would come out and we would drive home.
A few times, he would be at the beach when I finally dragged myself out of the water, and I was thrilled to hear him say he saw me out there...
I still can't remember what we would talk about on the drives, or at lunch...I guess it was the typical father/teenager B.S., but I can remember that there was never a dull, or discouraging moment...Great summer, no worries.
I'm happy to report that I have now taught my girls to Boogie Board, and we go as often as we can...
Chris