good waves missed
Every Thanksgiving and usually Christmas too, my parents drove my brother and I to my grandmothers house in Burbank for the requisite turkey, stuffing and cranberry dinner.
Each and every time it was hollowing offshore.
My older brother and I pleaded to stay home, "It's gonna be epic!".
Every time our pleas fell on the unsympathetic ears of non surfing parents and we went.
I might have even thrown a tantrum if I'd known how.
But we went and I wonder how many good waves we missed.