Back in the 70s I was in my 20s and dwelling in a more-or-less communal household in Mill Valley, California. Among my roomies was a surfer whose name I forget. Yet I’ll always remember his ardor for “tasty waves” and his willingness to ditch all chores and any schedule to head for a favored spot whenever glassy swells began to rear up and break.
Here’s a shiny relic from the dawn of man!
A man, meaning me, semi-professionally.
“Splinter” is an award-winning World War II novel, set in Norway at the dawn of the Nazi occupation.
In undressing this topic, it’s hard for a person to be utterly frank with you. Especially me, since I’m named Paul.
Norway holds many “gravlunder” or graveyards.
