There was a year in the early seventies (why can’t I remember?) when I talked a couple of sailboat fags to bring their boats up. We lashed them on the outside of the mega-raft. I swam over to my house on Prospect and got some surgical tubing, a bag of balloons, and a beach bucket. Made a slingshot from the tops of the masts. We were nailing observers all over the Coast Walk. It took hours for “offishul response”. All I know was the next year the water cops had a skiff stationed on site.

BTW, especially to Denny Moore and Dougie Moranville, “Jus’ One Mo’”, my skiff from those days, is still alive and well in SW Colorado. Best to all the gang, known, RIPs and unknown.

Save a whale, eat a Jap. I’ll be back when I get old. LJ was always a great place for old folks and their parents too.