When Wednesday is Thursday

This is a test to see if my blog readers are paying attention and to see if posts about surfers really are my most popular posts.

I finally met Ralph Fatello; he’s kind of famous.  It was a brief meeting.  I saw him with a few of his friends looking out over the ocean on September 11.  He told me this small group of men met in this place every year.  I didn’t want to crash their party, so I told him I admired his surfing, his tenacity, and his photography.  I snapped his picture and moved along.

Here’s a big shaka sign to you, Ralph.

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