Someone has passed and with it something that was once Southern California. Like many who came of age in the ‘60s he lost his bearings when the developers thought to sell our collected memories for mere money. I met him in the late ‘60s when I was among the few of my friends to own a car on Maui. I was driving out to ride perfect surf when I took on a passenger, kid of, maybe 14, hitch hiking and all alone in the world, but at home as soon as he hit the powerful surf. Kevin and I didn’t catch up again in the mid 1970s when we shared a house in Santa Cruz, living on scraps and good times. Then I didn’t see him for a long time and heard that he was living in Mexico. When I saw him again, he looked as old as the earth and the sea that had once loved him. His wave came to us unnoticed and broke on a lonely beach. ~CMA
