Cowabunga, Dude!

I’m out of coffee.

This might be a serious problem if I didn’t live near KB’s, a place I affectionately call “the surfer dude coffee shop.”  I’ve been an irregular customer since I moved here in 1999; back then it was called “JB’s.”

KB’s is a simple place; they sell bagels, sandwiches, and coffee.  There’s a big flat screen Tee Vee in the “living room” and the regulars sit around on couches, drinking coffee and eating bagels.  Sometimes, a regular will pick up the guitar in the corner and strum a tune.  There’s an ATM outside, next to the newspaper boxes, and in the summer, there are umbrella-covered tables.

They have good coffee; my favorite is “Wake Up!”

In addition to steady food, friendly people, and coffee, many of the regulars are surfers.  The New Hampshire seacoast really has a surfing scene.  Sure, it’s not Hawaii or California, but we have three surf shops, surf festivals, and lots of sidewalk surfers.  I’ve seen people giving the “Shaka sign.”

There are movies about surfing in New Hampshire.

Yesterday, I walked over to get a cup of “Wake Up!” and ran into Anthony; he’s been my friend ever since I moved to Hampton although I see him ever so occasionally.  He’s a surfer, an excavator, and a father.  Anthony was standing outside the shop, talking to the owner.  We chatted a bit, swapped “alohas” and had a “long time, no see” kind of conversation and then he waved to a guy on a bicycle.  He said “you know it’s not good when he’s riding his bicycle that slow.”  I asked him what he meant and he explained that there was no surf and no one was in a hurry to get anywhere.

I teased Anthony and his bicycle-riding friend by telling them “I’m going to write a blog post about all the sad surfers at Hampton Beach!”

It’s true, the surf is going to be small and poor (1 – 2 feet high) for the next few days; according to “the tide looks to be pretty blown out.”  Even though it’s hurricane season in the Atlantic, we’re between storms.  The ocean is flat and calm.  It’s a good time for groms (young surfers) to take lessons and gremmies (inexperienced surfers) to practice.  SUPs (stand up paddleboards) are a pleasant distraction when there’s only a sunny, still ocean.

At this point in my life, I probably won’t be paddling out on a long board anytime soon.  I’m always going to be a hodad (non-surfer), walking along the wall in my flip-flops.  I’ll continue observing the surfing scene over a cup of hot coffee.

Speaking of which, it’s time for my cup of “Wake Up!” right now.


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