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about the REAL LOCALS OF THE OC that make surfing as a pastime so interesting. This is not an invitation for everyone to go out and get a surfboard just because we showcase a bunch of every-day, average Joe locals. You will find that if the ocean doesn’t make you humble then some of the LOCALS will. This is just about giving back to surfing by sharing some knowledge about the real people who are enjoying life to its fullest.
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lmost an hour ago, when Shannon Teele dropped her quarters into the meter and set up her beach chair in the purchased space, she had had her choice of at least a half dozen parking spots on Main Street. Even now, with nine minutes still left, the space to the left was vacant. And from where she sat, she could see the top of a multistory parking facility a block away. So she really didn’t understand why the hairy guy with the black socks and tennis shoes kept glaring at her from the front door of his Huntington Beach surfing shop. Let him stare, she thought, looking away from him just in time to see the computerized meter eat another minute. An eight now registered. Strange how when you watched time it sat still like a student locked into submission by the eye of a teacher. But the minute you looked elsewhere, it moved its sneaking fist forward. She was determined to stare down every minute, especially now, but from the corner of her eye, she saw that Black Socks had moved to the front of his store where he tapped his right foot steady as a pulse. A swirl of beachgoers parted to pass him and then reassembled immediately without a gap in their conversation. “Lady,” he yelled in broken English, “that space for customers.” A flock of squawking seagulls passed high over his store, and they gave her an idea. She would try the same tactic she used on the beach when she didn’t want to scare the birds. (story continued on page #6)
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Kurt Augsburger If you have ever seen 13th Street break, then you most likely have seen Kurt. He is the guy on the giant wave ripping. A native Seal Beach resident, Kurt has been surfing Seal forever. From south side to north side to the river, he will always be the man. Not just a great surfer, not just a great guy, but a great shaper as well. So when you see Kurt in the water, give him the utmost respect.
Doug Smith AKA “Sluggo”
It could be July or it could be January. For Sluggo, it does not really matter when it is, he is always going to be “trunking it” (what trunks?). No matter where you go, you will see Sluggo. San-O, Malibu, The River, Bolsa — everyone knows Sluggo. If there is a guy nicer than Sluggo, we have yet to meet him.
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If you have ever watched a 1960’s surf flick filled with old-school style of surfing, then you’ll experience flashbacks when you see Eric. He has soul and style comparable to none. Always has a genuine smile and great attitude.
Joel is a young, world-traveling renaissance man. From Japan to Costa Rica to Indo to Seal Beach, he can rip. When it comes to building speed on a wave, there is no one comparable, even on the smallest waves. It’s almost unreal how he can pop the biggest air of the smallest wave.
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When south side breaks, Dillon comes out. And when Dillon comes out, he brings his longboard. And when Dillon brings his longboard, get out of the way. There aren’t too many people who surf south side on a longboard, and if they do, they sure don’t surf it like Dillon.
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Buying Time Story by Barbara Fryer (continued from page #1) She emptied herself, willing away any sign of a threat. Black Socks would see that she meant him no harm. He would go back into his store and leave her alone. She took three deep breaths, and put her head back, letting the healing balm of the sun melt the uncertainty and anger that had brought her here to Main Street. But Black Socks flew off the handle nonetheless. “How come you do that here? How come when beach is close? Makes no sense. No sense,” he said. Maybe it didn’t make sense, but she didn’t care because most of the really important things in life would have never happened if people relied only on logic. Logically, she should have taken the higher paying job in Los Angeles when she first came to California, but she opted for the one in Irvine because she had fallen in love with this corner of Huntington Beach. Within a three-mile radius, she could be in a Texas oil field; a downtown Oklahoma street; horse country; yuppieland or a funky beach city.
And whoever heard of being seduced by a herd of dolphins? Did that make sense? Shannon remembered the October afternoon that Luke had walked out of the Pacific Ocean with his surfboard under his arm and stood over her beach chair, the same one she was sitting in now. Shannon hadn’t known any surfers nor had she had interest in meeting any. As she saw it, the shiny blacksuited creatures belonged to the sea where they lorded over towering mountains of water. Out there, they made wild bird noises that sent chills through her. On land, these same sea creatures transformed into ordinary boys and men with zits on their faces and feet that turned outward. And their voice songs grew flat. A drop had splattered on her book as he danced from foot to foot. “Did you see that?” he asked. Her hand tried to absorb the water. “Would you please watch it!” she said. He stooped so that his drippings fell into the sand. Close up, she saw that he was a little older than she originally thought. Maybe her age. Twenty-three. And he had no zits. His lashes were wet and stuck together; his dark watery eyes were wide and imploring. “You had to have seen it! “Seen what?” “That last wave,” he said. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I got more important things to do than watch you surf,” she told him. “Luke...Luke Burrgett,” he said like that explained everything. “And it wasn’t me I was talking about. It
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was the dolphins. They took off with me. They were right beside me. I could see them, cutting the wave with me. I swear they were laughing. They were loving it.” A thick strand of dark hair slipped from the rubber band holding his ponytail, and nuzzled his chin. He reached for it and sucked on it as he turned and looked, pensively, out to sea, disappointment etched at the corners of his chapped lips. She was touched by his grace and his sadness at her having missed it. Shannon knew she should start gathering her things, because the hour she had scheduled for her beach outing was nearly up, but it seemed heartless. It would have been like walking by a beached seal and not making an effort to push him back into the water. She dug her painted toenails into the damp sand. She would wait until he gathered himself. A lone gull flew overhead. She looked up and when she looked back, Luke Burrgett was on his feet. “Look. There they are now...at two o’clock,” he said. She followed his pointed finger and saw them—six young dolphins riding a four footer. She gasped and hurried to the edge of the water for a better view. The dolphins ripped through the core of water, speeding toward her. They kept coming and coming. Her heart lurched. “They’re gonna get beached,” she shouted. The dolphins couldn’t have heard her, but at that instant, they flipped in unison and headed out to sea.
She turned toward him and smiled. Then, went gone back to her chair and talked to him until the winds came up and the sun began its slow descent. They had shared so much over the past eighteen months: walks on the beach; coffee on the pier; champagne when she was promoted at work; a camping trip to Big Sur where Luke decided to go back to college to get his degree; and, of course, the new apartment just two and a half blocks from the beach. But could she share this with Luke? Her mother hadn’t been able to share it with Shannon’s dad. She hadn’t been able to share it with Shannon either. Maybe, if she had, Shannon would know what to expect. Six more minutes remained on the parking meter. Obviously, her seagull theory wasn’t working. Maybe if she tried to explain what she was doing Black Socks would understand. She motioned him closer. “I know it’s kind of silly,” she began. “I mean I’m not really buying time, but I am. Where else can you go and do that? It tickles me. That’s it’s available, I mean. That I can come here anytime and buy how ever many minutes I might need it. Do you see?” “I see you come back.” “I didn’t say I would.” “You would.” He pointed to the beach a half block away. “That for sunning.” She had come here to figure things out. She hadn’t come to argue. If she had, she could have told him that in the past, she had bought sun screen, flip-flops and even a Pirate Surf Jacket in his shop so technically that made her a customer. Her hand fumbled in her purse. She withdrew a dollar. “Look if it’ll make you
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- CA (story continued from previous page) feel any better, you can bring me some lip gloss. Okay?” “Not okay. No curb service. I am businessman.” A few people had gathered. He turned to them for support. “Customers come inside store. Right? I do not come outside.” A blond kid in baggy pants with a skateboard under his arm put out his hand. “Give me the dollar. I’ll go in the store for you.” “No skateboard inside store,” Black Socks said like she would be dumb enough to give this kid her money. He glanced to his doorway. When he saw several of his young clerks hovering there, he waved his hands and shouted, “Inside. Inside.” Shannon returned the dollar bill to her purse. “Have it your way,” she said. “My way, you be gone.” He brushed past her, looking up and down the street. “I find police. They make you go.”
spread and her doctors gave her three months to live, she had taken to the couch, resigned to the inevitable. Cassie had tried to talk to her, but all her mother could do was cry. Her mother had died two days short of the third month. Her mother would have picked up the beach chair now and taken it else where. No, her mother wouldn’t have brought the beach chair there in the first place. The thought jolted Shannon. She grinned for the first time that day. If she and her mother could be so different in one way, then they could be different in other ways. Black Socks had navigated a young male parking meter attendant into the parking spot, who could have easily passed for an Eagle Scout. “See,” he said to the meterman. “Big Joke for her.” Shannon had five minutes left on her meter. “Ma’am, you can’t park your beach chair here,” the young man said with the full force of the law behind him.
The kid bite his lip, considering. Finally after several seconds, he told her she could make it easy on herself by folding the chair and leaving. “Or I can call an officer. Which will it be?” “I’m not going anywhere.” She looked at the meter. “At least not for four more minutes.” “I want her out of here. Arrest her,” Black Socks said. “Criminals get rights. What about my rights?” “Sir, why don’t you go inside” the man said. “I am naturalized citizen. I have right to stand in front of store. This is land of free.” “And the home of the brave,” Shannon added. A red three flashed inside the meter’s glass bubble. The parking attendant sighed. “I need to call the station.”
Her mother’s voice rose from the dead. “Shannon, don’t make a scene.” Scenes involving family members were the great horrors of her mother’s life. Only once could Shannon remember her mother inadvertently causing a scene. That was when she grabbed the back of Shannon’s dad’s pants when he tried to get out of the car to argue with a guy who was battering the hood of their Ford. By the time her dad pulled free and confronted the guy, his pants were down around his ankles, thanks to her mother.
“Show me the code that says I can’t,” Shannon said.
“Then you arrest her?” Black Socks inquired.
The sun caught in his silver mouth wires as the kid played with a citation book. “We just enforce the law. We don’t carry the lawbooks with us,” he said. “Only cars can park here.”
“I don’t have the authority” the kid said.
Yes, her mother hated scenes until the very end. When the breast cancer had
“Ticket her,” Black Socks coached.
“So ticket him.” She pointed to the Harley on the right. “He didn’t put a cent into his meter. Me...I paid for this time and I’m not giving it away.”
“She has more authority than Police?” “I’m not a sworn officer. I don’t carry a gun.” A precious sixty seconds dwindled away as the kid tried to explain the difference between a parking meter attendant and a police officer.
“Phone behind counter. I watch her.” A trickle of sweat meandered down Shannon’s back. in her hurry to shed her clothes, she had put on a black t-shirt. She knew better. She stood and lifted the shirt so air could filter up and cool her. As she did, a piece of paper slipped from her purse pouch. The nurse in Dr. Fowler’s office had written the time and day of her biosopy on a card like it was something that Shannon could forget. A tiny ocean breeze caught the hours-old card. It fluttered toward the meter, which had one remaining minute. Black Socks edged toward her, obviously thinking she was about to make her getaway. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, energy fusing through her veins. She put another quarter in the meter and purchased ten more minutes. “I figure it should take that long for the cops to get here,” she told Black Socks. “You crazy, lady,” he said. A second later, Shannon saw the black and white car turn off Walnut Avenue onto Main Street. So did Black Socks, who ran to the curb in anticipation. She sat back down on her beach chair. The warmth from the asphalt heated her buttocks and thighs. She wouldn’t give in without a good fight, she knew that now. And she’d make a scene if she had to. She wouldn’t let them cart her off without fighting back. And if they did, she’d insist on her phone call. Her first call wouldn’t be to a lawyer; it would be to Luke, asking for help.
“Okay. Okay,” Black Socks relented.
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hen the surf gets big and good, there is always a guy who comes out of the woodwork and rips. Today, THAT guy is the 55-year-old kid Steve Dexter. Steve has been surfing since 1960. While growing up in Long Beach California, he started surfing with his brother Ron who used to surf with guys like Donald Kuntz, Mark Martinson, and Corky Carol. Steve’s first surfboard was an old heavy long board that someone had cut down to 8’6”, but for $25, it was the best deal in town. Steve’s first wave was at San Clemente State Park. He paddled out, turned around, the white wash hits him, he stood up and rode all the way to the beach. From that day forward, his life was forever changed. Lets remember, this was before wetsuits, leashes, cell phones, and computers. You couldn?t check your local surf cam or call your friend who is already standing on the beach. You either got on your bike, or rode the bus, or found a friend to take you to check it out for yourself. When Steve got a little older, he tried competitive surfing and absolutely hated it. Then, luckily, a number of years later came the P.L.A. (Professional Longboarders Association) and Steve did very well, taking fourth overall in his division. He had the chance to surf great surfbreak with no one out. Steve is also a well-respected mountain bike racer. Now it is 2004 and Steve has arthritis in his ankles and wrists. Sometimes
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the pain is so intense, he can barely walk, but that hasn’t stopped him from surfing. When he gets in the water he still shreds. Steve still has the stoke and every morning when he wakes up, weather he feels the pain of arthritis or not, the first thing he thinks of is going surfing.
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any of you know him from Bolsa Chica as "that guy who gets too many waves,” but for me I know him as Dad. If you already know him, I'm sure you will have no trouble agreeing when I say he is by far one of the best surfers out at Bolsa, and at the prime age of 58 the mere fact that he is still ripping on a shortboard is an astonishment to us all. So for those that know him as "the guy who gets too many waves,” let me introduce you to Bob Levy. In was born in 1946 in a little town called Santa Tecla, Bob was born. He was raised in El Salvador until he turned 11, then unfortunately his dad died of a heart attack and the sudden tragedy caused his family to move to Santa Rosa, California. This was where Bob learned to surf. Stinsons Beach, Bolinas, and Bodega Bay were many of his favorite spots growing up in Northern California. After high school, Bob had an urge for something more, a little adventure if you will. With his memories of the beautiful tropical beaches of El Salvador, he decided to give surfing a try there. Something you may not know about Levy is that he was one of the first guys who introduced surfing to Central America. "I remember surfing there the first time," states Levy. "I was the only guy there with a board and everyone thought I was going to die or
drown in the ocean. It was amazing to some of the people living there, I mean they had never seen anything like it. All these little kids kept asking me why I was carrying that airplane wing (my surfboard)." Well one thing led to another and Levy's re-acquaintance with his roots turned a whole new chapter of his life. He spent a good portion of his time living in El Salvador, coming to the states for a month at a time only to earn a little money. Life was simple and good. His other travels include to Columbia, Peru, Costa Rica, Guatemala, almost all of Central America. I still can't imagine how he would drive from California to El Salvador in a VW Van. He was also stranded on the Amazon river for two weeks where he was forced to eat fried possom and drink dirty river water. It's stories like these that make my dad who he is, and I never get tired of them. Though he was living the life in El Salvador, Levy's Tropical Paradise just wasn't enough for him. In his early 30's, reality came crashing down and it was now time to settle down. Today Bob lives in Long Beach where he has been surfing around Huntington Beach for about 20 years. He has survived two heart attacks and a triple bi-pass which were huge obstacles to over-
come in his life, yet his surfing has only gotten better. It is an honor to introduce my dad. Hopefully you have gotten to know him a little better and are inspired to create an adventure of your life, I know he has inspired me to do so. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Erika Levy. Most know me as "Bob's daughter,” but I am hoping that one day I can earn the title as that girl who gets too many waves.
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ou might have seen my aunt, Connie Hurst, surfing at her favorite spots, Bolsa Chica or San Onofre. She is usually with her husband, Larry and their three-year-old son, Ethan. Connie has been surfing since she was my age and has participated in a lot of contests. She was on the NSSA National Team twice, won an NSSA Explorer Nationals Title, and has aslo won the NSSA Open, Explorer and Collegiate Season divisions. In the USSF, she was the U.S. Amateur Surfing Champion and West Coast Champion twice. Today, she rides both longboards and shortboards, and enters some longboarding contests too.
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Who are your favorite surfers? Larry Hurst is my all-time favorite surfer. He surfs like Martin Potter and Joel Tudor, depending on the board he is riding. Jayme Gee is another favorite because she is such an all-around good surfer in any size wave. I really like surfing with (and learning from) Tim Whalen, Tony Alvarado, Mike & Tish and the whole crew down at Bolsa. What are the hardest and easiest parts of surfing? The hardest part of surfing is being in the sun too much and the easiest part of surfing is the love for it.
My name is Hannah Clark, and I interviewed Connie on August 10, 2004 at her home in Cypress. When did you start surfing? I started surfing when I was 13 with my best friend, Jayme Gee. She and I got into a lot of good trouble growing up surfing Seal and Bolsa. I still surf with her down at SanO a lot. It’s a nice time hanging out, surfing, and seeing Ethan and Tatum play together. Have you taken Ethan surfing yet? Ethan has tried it a few times, but he prefers sandcastles to surfing. I don’t want to push him at all. I am stoked he loves the beach so much. He is such a blessing in my life.
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What is the biggest wave you ever caught? The biggest wave I ever caught was a 10’-12’ wave at Steamers Lane during an NSSA shortboard contest. I saw Sarah Livermore-Gephardt (of maverick’s fame) paddling on the shoulder to get into it and I thought, “If she can drop in, so can I.” I remember my 6’4” board just being bounced all over the place. I was pretty scared during the whole thing.
some really good experiences in South Africa too, including getting J-Bay about 8-10’and fun! What do you enjoy more, longboarding or shortboarding? My background is shortboarding and I still like to do it when the waves get big or hollow. Most of the time I longboard - I am really loving that right now. I am focusing on mixing the traditional style in there. What is your favorite trick to do on your board? I really like that feeling of being up on the nose. What contests are you participating in? I am doing the Coalition Club Contests up and down the coast, for the Long Beach Surf Club Team. Our team captain, Jans Baltgalvis, has a good vibe. The Long Beach Team is such a great group of people to be around - there is a lot of support and excitement there.
Where have you traveled and what is your favorite place? I’ve surfed Hawaii, Mexico, Florida, Texas, South Africa, and Costa Rica. I love the Costa Rican culture – the people were so friendly, the land is so breathtaking and things like the monkeys in the trees were so exotic. I had
Are you sponsored? Katin Surf Shop has been such a cool sponsor - thank you Glen, Aran, and everybody. Stewart Surfboards and Surf Chick clothing sponsor me too. What do you do for work? I am a Marriage Family Therapist intern in a private psychotherapy and neurofeedback practice in Huntington Beach. I am teaching a class at CSUF this fall too. What’s playing in your ear? I like a lot of kinds of music, but Bob Marley is always a nice time. Let’s end with a favorite quote. “The distance of your love is the distance of your life.” Joseph Campbell
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rian has an uncanny ability to create on the spur of the moment. It not only shows in his art but also in his surfing. Brian is definitely one of the best surfers I have seen out in the water riding all types of boards. His artistic skills enable him to work in many mediums. Brian’s nickname “Loafer” has given him an bit of an unfair description. As long as I have known Brian, he has always been on his own schedule but he is very driven at doing his art or whatever needs to be done. I am always amazed that Brian is constantly creating either music or art and each time I see or hear a new piece of his creativity, I am always blown away. Brian's paintings are so wonderfully colored and reflect such motion that you can really feel the freeness of his subjects. Brian has produced many
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fantastic paintings on surfboards, murals, and is a fantastic logo artist creating logos for the Josh Morh, Stewart, and Infinity. If you have work for Brian, do not let his nickname fool you. He will definitely come through for you. You can contact Brian by e-mailing your contact
information to: mark.surf@verizon.net. Please but “Loafer” in the subject line. The paintings showcased here are for sale and he is available to create murals or logos
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