Flagler Beach

Before I really can address my surfing experience in the Daytona beach area. (also Flagler Beach. Ormond Beach etc.) I must first introduce the members of the posse that accompanied me.

First of all we have myself…

Name: The (Other) Donald
Height: Six feet tall
Weight: one seventy
Fast facts: going through mid life crisis number six. That is thinks he can but in essence nottttttttt.
Mental stability: questionable.
Cash flow: positive.
Fear level: lunatic with capacity to try anything no matter what the outcome.

Next :

Name: T. P. Mclaughlin..
Fast facts: tall good looking dude. full set of hair and even has teeth. lethal on the golf course. powerful warrrior say some. women that is..
Mental stability: questionable. some say was in movie Brokeback Mountain.
Cash flow: broke as always. picks up aluminum cans on highway to buy golf balls with.
Favorite hobby: watching the wall street stock quotes.

last of posse…

Name: Bobby Mclaughin.
Fast Facts: voted in high school least likely to succeed…thought to be a character in movie called Deliverance..also war hero serving in Viet Nam for two tours.
Favorite hobby: sleeping in tents for weeks on end.

So the posse arrives in Daytona where we have use of condo overlooking the wild Atlantic ocean as tropical storm Noel appears causing twenty foot waves and then some. Terry and moi don our wet suits and off we go. Bob can’t find a big enough wet suit, so he declines to go. The surf is up and I mean wow. No surfers in sight as they too are scared to go. Instead Terr and me pick out our boogie boards and enter into the water. Ten minutes later and two miles down the beach we wash ashore, saved by our boards and wet suit keeping us afloat.

Take a look and see what just washed up ashore…

Thats it for this day and back we go only to find out we cant get in as Bobby can t hear too well and we’re locked out.

Somebody call the police!

The second floor is a long climb but Terry (AKA cave man) manages to reach the rail with the help of my shoulder which still is recovering. Oh did I forget to tell you a neighbor calls the police and figures we are second story burglars..imagine that.

Oh did I forget to tell you Terr has no suit on, and, well, two gay men are reported breaking in. We sorted it all out as Bobby finally heard enough to open the door. Oh I must say though the cops were nice. Can you believe it - two alternative life style babes dressed in blue. More when I get over this cold and off the pipe…

Bring It On!

Do not forget for a moment that I honestly realize I have lost my edge in life. I no longer can do the things I wish to do. I am a step slower. Getting older. I try to ride the waves but fail. It is a sad state of affairs to face life with no longer having the skills to pursue the youth I once knew. Lets face it, I am an older retired guy facing the sad fact that life for me is dwindling down to the last round up. I will continue to press the envelope and do my best to succeed, and win the prize, but lets face it - time has caught up with the (other) Donald. My glory days are a thing of the past and my once proud swagger has become a nut case with a desire to be young again.

Life’s a Beach

Is there hope for me or do I settle in to an assistant living place?

Forget aboutttttttttttttttttt it! I will fight on and pursue life. - d.

The Other Donald will continue to get his kicks…