Almost Like Begging… Oh, and Big Surf… Elsewhere

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Even without Surfline, we can live stream Maverick’s, Steamer Lane, and, haven’t tried it, maybe Riincon, Swamis… Shit! YouTube! Whoaa-a-minute… Okay, I’ll wait for the highlight reels. More Kai Lenny flippiing out, more gawker-crowded beaches, more mega-million dollar houses getting hosed; and I’m flipping between buoy reports, all while knowing why El Nino doesn’t send waves down the Strait. Angle, angle, angle. Not a secret. Still, hoping. The refraction off Canada theory? Not really a believer.

Here’s my dilemma: Publishing requires MONEY. Upfront money. My book of songs, short essays, and non-elitist (I’ve checked with elitists, and no) poetry, LOVE SONGS FOR CYNICS, is at the publisher/printer wiith a ‘check it out’ run of four books.

JIM ALLRED is my formatting/editing collaborator on this project, and with the book ‘out there,’ always a nervous time for a writer, partially because your baby has to stand on it’s own, partially because of all the other ways you have no control, no choice other than waiting; it turns out that Jim has some new ideas for changes when the proofs get back. The page, above, is one of them. I did draw the feather with some hope of matching the rearranged copy, but lack the skills. JJim has some other ideas to add more art to the book. I’m all for that.

BACK to the money issue. Is there a plan for selling the books? Kind of. I have some contacts in Port Townsend, shops that have sold cards and such of mine in the past. I’m semi-in to do a presentation at the City Public Library, and I have friends I plan on inviting who are actual (talented) singers. If they chose to do my original pieces or their own, I’d be thrilled to havve them.

Yes, I am aware poetry books, particularly self-published ones, are not fortune makers.

Yes, I have considered doing a Go Fund Me campaign, and I brought this up with Trish. “No. We don’t do that!” I have to say, I kind o agree. One of seven kids in a working class family, some do-gooder came around with food and such. My mother was appalled and emphatic. “No.”

It’s not all a pride versus vanity versus reality thing.

SO, I am willing to offer something: The book will be properly bound (not cardboard, probably card stock), printed on a lovely soft white paper at a size, like 5 by 7 (I’ll check), around 70 pages, and will retail for $20 American. My cost is around… you know… less; but the shipping… four books cost almost $20. More books, less per. Note my candor here. I can’t think of a good reason to sugar coat.

I have printed up a copy, one-sided, on my home printer. If it were to be done double-siided, the margins Jim built in would work. Put it in binder. If I did a limited, numbered, signed run of these… Investment opportuniity? Maybe. That requires faith. I did have a man give me a thousand dollars a couple of years ago, interest free, to persuade me to do more ORIGINAL ERWIN t shirts. I paid him back, a couple of shiirts as some sort of thanks.

Still figuring out how to swing this. MEANWHILE, I’m posting some of the artwork and some of the material on InstaGram at realsurfersdotnet

I’ll keep you posted, Maybe I’ll get a great winter paint job and I can back myself. I can be reached at erwin@realsurfers.net or, what the hell, call my home office at (360)765-3212. Leave a message.

Back cover- Words by Jim Allred

Pros Chase Olympic Peninsula swells, and…

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…Reggie goes viral.

UPDATE- WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11-VETERANS DAY

I’ve added a new chapter to the “Swamis” I’m sharing on PAGE IV. CHECK IT OUT!

You must have heard about the big swell heading for and hitting the northwest coast last week. If not… hmmmm. Let’s make a distinction here: The coast, or “West End” to anyone who did hear about the first 20 foot plus swell in quite some time knows the area, roughly between Westport and Neah Bay, is not the same as the Strait of Juan de Fuca, though there is some crossover claiming. This is mostly based on how ar a surer from, say, Port Angeles, would be eager and willing to drive to given the given that there is rarely any real surf on the Strait. Maybe Canada. They won’t admit it.

Another difference is that I don’t feel the samme way about blowing up spots on the coast. Or, second thought, maybe I do.

Speaking of second thoughts, here’s a shot, used with permission, of REGGIE SMART and LIL’ TONY (only name I’ve been given) reconsidering going out at an unnamed (by me) spot on the Coast.

“No, Lil’ Tony, this is a lull.”

WHAT I AM NOT SHOWING- YET: Along with gawkers and storm chasers, oh, and potential ffolks who claim to like overhead conditions, there were pro level surfers with camera crews, who weaved through the downed trees and flat alleged surf spots to challenge the surf. videos should be showing up soon, after editing, music and AI content added: BUT, making the rounds from Reggie to friends (me, so far, and others), then to friends of friends, and then to… shit, mmaybe you’ve already seen it… Reggie got a killer photo of a pro-level ripper slotted on a black, killer-level wave the background stormy black. Very dramatic!

I will ask permission on that one, BUT, what you didn’t get is Reggie’s first hand account. Paraphrased. “He was pretty slick; knew what he was doing. He’d go to take off, then he’d look to see if it was going to close out. Most of them did. If so, he’d back off. On this one… I was next to the camera crew… I zoomed in. He took off, dropped in, pretty much in the barrel. When it started closing out, he pulled a big turn, like, straight up, pushed through the back and paddled back out.”

“Impressive.” “Yeah, I was impressed.” There were other tales of rippers ripping, camera crews focusing, gawkers gawking.

MEANWHILE, on the US side of the Strait, bobbers are bobbing, and tourists are touring; folks are doing yoga on SUPs, cold plungers are plunging, and hopeful surfers are waiting, sharing tales in the parking lot, and going over cell phone photos from friends of friends of friends. ” Where’d you get that?” “Can’t say.” “Or won’t” “Or won’t.” “Or won’t.”

ON THE BEACH- I talked recently with two surfers from the North San Diego County area where I was raised, and where I started surfing. One was from Encinitas, where Trish and I lied in the mmmid 1970s, the other from Oceanside, closest beach from Fallbrook, and where I worked for two-and-a-half years (1969-71).

The first guy, Eli, was born in 1980. He may as well have been talking about a different planet; the landmarks were the same (Swamis, Pipes, Grandview, etc), but the 29 year age difference between us very apparent, probably more to him. “No, that wasn’t a spot. There were no named spots between Beacons and Moonlight; and that wasn’t really a serious spot.” “Stone Steps.” “Oh, yeah, Stone Steps.”

Gene was raised in Oceanside, graduated in 1970. Trish was in that class, gaduated from Fallbrook, but had been in Junior High in O’side, was a friend of Barbie Barron. “Oh, yeah, I knew Barbie.” “I’d see her at the little jetty, talking with the guys. Didn’t really think that she was checking it out before school while I was there before work. Trish was in the Oceanside Girls’ Surf Club Barbie started. Trisha’s dad was in the Marine Corps. They moved to philadelphia. Then… Anyway, great time to be in Oceanside for a kid.” “Yeah. You lived in Fallbrook and drove to work” “It was twenty miles.” “Oh. Only time we went there was… looking for chicks.” “Yeah; or avocados.”

Next time I see Gene, maybe we’ll talk about avocados (not a code for marijuana, necessarily). I might mention, next time I talk to Eli, that we bought our house in Encinitas for forty thousand. Different world. Maybe thirty surfers out at Swamis wasn’t as crowded as it would get.

Different times diffferent places; in the water, we’re all hunting for pretty much the same thing. Hope surfing gives you what you’re seeking.

“LOVE SONGS FOR CYNICS is at the printers; samples coming soon. I am planning on doing a public event to promote the book, and will update you on the schedule. I am using thhe in-between time in the northwest’s rainiest month to, hopefully, get ‘SWAMIS’ ready for publication. Check back later, or check out realsurfersdotnet on the Instagram.

I should pimp/sell out Reggie- I think you can find REGGIE SMART on the gram. Maybe he’ll post that photo.

My Almost Published Book

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This is the back page. It was designed by my editor and collaborator, Jim Allred. He wrote the copy. I am very appreciative of Jim’s help, particularly his push to get everything Proofed, formatted, and off to a printer.

ere are some surf-centric songs in this collection, some hard core blues lyrics, a couple of sarcastic pieces. Some, perhaps, heart-warming… no, not so much. I’m planning on doing some public readings, promising to try not to sing,

Maybe you’ve heard rumors of surf. Yeah, but the stories of trees down and adverse winds are real. I have to go. Work. Work, can’t reveal where, but somewhere close to the water.

Predators and Dominators and Aggressors and…

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…Sexual crimes.

BUT first- There is new stuff on Page II and Page III. none political and Semi-Serious. PLUS, there’s an update on my novel, “Swamis!” Check it out! ALSO, I am writing a Halloween night dream story on Page VII. Not surf related. Or is it?

To deny there’s some connection between surfing and sex… Wait. Backpedaling A step or two. That criminal abuse can exist in organized sport, that it does, and has, doesn’t ignore that the sexual predator/victim scenario is, and always has been, part of our shared history.

I have added comments on numerous Instagram sites that were covering the suspension of a World Surf League competitor after he and others engaged, allegedly, in a sexual attack on an under aged Australian girl.

While many of the comments followed the usual arguments of ‘alleged, not proven,’ and ‘why let one indiscretion ruin a man’s career,’ it was encouraging to see support for the victim, and for a ex girlfriend of the alleged perpetrator who revealed his violent acts toward her. Seeing Slater and Media and Toledo, an others, condemning the criminal acts was reassuring.

Then there are the deniers. Like, “This couldn’t be happening.” What? I have to believe that anyone who went to high school, public or private, went to summer camp, went to any dances, had any contact with others at all, has to know stories, most likely has stories of predators, frequently offering drugs, liquor being a drug, in order to achieve what they will report as a conquest. Not a relationship.

What happens to the conquered? Depends. If reputation matters, it is frequently a lot, a frequently for a long time. Perhaps the aggressor gets to be labeled a womanizer. Whether this is a good thing comes down to intent. Conquest over relationship?

I realize I at risk of appearing to be, I don’t know, old fashioned. May be true.

If I say we shouldn’t victimize others, to have respect, I must add that ignoring known sexual criminality is very close to condoning it. Still, I have never really intervened in the (several) instances where I was an an almost witness, or had knowledge of. Still, I’ve never respected anyone who bragged about their sexual conquests.

NOTE- I did want to write about this subject on Word. There will be edits and some lame excuses for my alleged wave hogging.

Oh, and China, since you’re so intent on following realsurfers, STOP. NOW!

art for “Love Songs for Cynics”

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I have the songs. essays, poems pretty much collected for the upcoming book, “Love Songs for Cynics.” JIM ALLRED has been doing the formatting. I spent quite a bit of time going through thumbdrives looking for illustrations to go with the written stuff. Almost 300 on one of them. I wanted them simple, rather than my usual overdrawn style. I selected and printed about 25. Almost done with that, I discovered I can reduce images, enabling me to have drawings done horizontally become vertical.

Who knew? Yeah, everyone. I also found my original version of collected works, mostly blues songs, copyrighted in 2007. WHAT?

I do have some songs that I sort of forgot about, didn’t include on my shuffle of songs I sing to myself and the road. Here’s a chunk from “The Place You’ve Saved in Your Heart:”

“Your heart’s hidden away from the light of the day, in a place that’s not shown in the charts; My heart’s hidden, too, but I’ve made room for you, in the place that I’ve saved in my heart.”

I have made numerous comments on numerous Instagram sites concerning the recent allegations about sexual abuse in the world of professional surfing. Shocking, but not surprising. Something that struck me was the not unexpected comments by those defending the man or men involved.

That there are predators and victims should not be a surprise to anyone. Not sure how sheltered you would have to be to not know about, witnessed, or, sadly, been any part of sexual abuse. Any role, including being the guy who believes there is some sick code that requires you to protect the perpetrators rather than the victim.

We live with our choices. Sorry, it seems to be true for most of us. To those who have no regrets, feel no remorse, particularly those who seem to brag about ‘conquests’ that are… Fuck it! You know someone with this twisted lack of morality, or, even basic humanity.

Anyway, thinking about this more than I am comfortable with. Later.

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I’m BIG in China and Wondering Why

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FIRST- I did go surfing recently, as in, possibly, today, a Saturday, and, before you ask; yes, it was crowded. It’s a Saturday! There was a search for view parking, and no handicapped spots out in the wilds; I had to invoke Costco rules, along with a Costco smile, when, circling, I hit the turn signals, pulled as close as I could to the van whose driver either super dawn patrolled or gave up, and snagged a front row spot. Yes, I squeezed up snuggly close to some dude’s SUV, allowing almost enough room for another, similar sized rig to share the thrill of looking out, directly, at an overcrowded lineup. Weekend Warriors and never-seem-to-work thirty-somethings, some of them couples, on dates. Wow!

Wow as in I should write about the first date Trish and I had, November 10, 1969. I took her to a then 2nd tier spot, allowing her the opportunity to watch me surf uncrowded waves, on to Grandview with a view from the bluff (at least two surfers tried to ‘make time’ with her, then on to gourmet food at the new Jack in the Box.

Yes, she has, mostly, gotten over the thrill of watching me.

And then, back to today, there were the older folks, some of them there, perhaps, to coach younger rippers-to-be. I was particularly interested in the guy with the straps over his wetsuit, there to hold his camera. Go pro, man! I did see him in the lineup. Hopefully he got some good shots of more than the deck of his board.

It wasn’t like I didn’t have some of the “know before you go” stuff going on. Not Surfline, which may have predicted head high bommmbs (didn’t happen), but friend of a friend stuff (allowed if the report is mostly a negative), but I was almost there when I got the news. Two fewer surfers in the water, few waves in the mid thigh range. Mid calf.

NOW, I got to go spend time surfing because TRISH is, finally, getting better. Better is relative, but part of what I take for truth is that she now realizes how close she was to (I hesitate to type this, and I’ve been equally hesitant to admit it) dying. SO, Yay! and Fuck Cancer!

I should note that, out of the water for several months, my first concern was that I would suck. I didn’t rip; didn’t suck; so, success! I did have two ugly attempts at getting back to shore. Normal. I’m kinda old, my knees seem older. 3.5 for the landing. 3.75 from the Canadian judge.

POST SURF REVIEW- I spoke with several friends about my adventure (and every session is), and the argument of crowds ruining sessions came up. The counter is surfers retelling tales of surfing quality waves alone, or with a few friends. Yeah; hang onto those. I do. OH, I did ask a woman parked near me if she got enough waves. She held up one finger. No, different finger. “Hope it was a good one.” “Wave of the day!” “Yay!

I did ask another woman, thinking I recognized her as the one who claims to have once grabbed my leash, if her oversized sprinter van was big enough. I didn’t hear what she responded with, but she may have raised one finger. ” Yeah, wave of the day!”

CHINA ISSUE- WORDPRESS keeps track, and I get a lot of hits, too many, from China. I can’t help but imagine that their Commie AI wants to decipher my writing style, possibly to duplicate it to infiltrate America, and then world surf literature. Joke’s on them. I could explain, but, meanwhile, I’m not unhappy to get semi-successful numbers.

Yes, I’m totally exaggerating, though I did have a guy in the lineup tell me he reads realsurfers. “Oh, you’re the one. Thanks. I’m popular in China.” “Cool. You had a lot of drop-ins.” “Yeah. People recognize a decent wave when I’m on it.” “China, huh?”

MEANWHILE, enjoy whatever surf adventure you’re on. If some old cruster gets a parking spot or a wave you wanted, well, part of your story. Costco rules apply.

JIM ALLRED is helping me put together a book of my work, “Love Songs for Cynics.” I have to come up with artwork (I have lots). I’ll keep you, and China, updated.

“SWAMIS,” my novel, is… still… almost… totally… done.

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NOTE- I almost posted a photo that showed a part of the coastline on the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Lovely sunset, no waves, but, still, if it fell into the wrong hands…

There’s Always Westport

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The contest season in the West-Northwest is over. Sort of. Maybe. Big wave stuff might be coming up, but what’s always happening is the day-to-day session stuff, surfers waiting, searching, ready to test ourselves against the conditions, the crowds, and our own desires to score.

Scoring, of course, means different things to different people. While some are looking to score, to dominate, even, some are content to be on a scene, part of the people hanging in the parking lot, on the bluff, on the beach, or in the lineup. There is, then, always Westport.

Wind-whipped and/or out of control huge, semi-lined up and groomed peaks, Westport is rarely flat, flat, flat. Along with Seaside, it’s a destination semi-surf town. When all the wave energy is from the south, it’s a choice.

No, though I often tell surf fans checking out the potential on the Strait to go to Westport, I’m not trying to sound like the tourist bureau. However, there is a tradition of Olympic Peninsula surfers heading down when it’s flat and/or if there was an unavoidably alluring southy. Surfers made friends with Seaside and Westport locals. Homes were opened for visits. There was some reciprocity.

I’m also not saying this aloha-esc sharing is over. Recently, my friend Keith Darrock headed down to hang with a friend in Westport the weekend of the longboard contest. Another trip had Keith hitting Oregon, hanging and surfing with friends he grew up with in Yachats. I asked him to send some photos.

Yeah; Westport. Dreamy, huh?

Keith’s crock in Seaside. I did hear some stories and saw some photos of surf in deeper Oregon, but was instructed not to publish them. Keith’s friends wouldn’t appreciate it. His friends. Keith did call me from the parking lot at Seaside Point on his way back. A local running out, gave him the kind of look regulars at any localized spot give interlopers.

Not aloha-esc. I don’t have any friends, exactly, in Seaside, but my father lived iin Chinook, Washington, close enough to be within an acceptable range (based on my being vibed, in the past, by a dude from Astoria), and my brother now owns tharinghe house. I keep telling my friends that we could cruise down, hit the Point. Could. Everyone appreciates sharing.

Sorry. Sarcasm; but, on one visit to my dad’s, after three days, actual locals were kind of, almost, friendly. Cove’s one thing; Point’s another.

Images of Seaside; one by me, one of me, one by my nephew, Fergus, who was threatened, then asked if he caught the surfer’s last ride, then allowed to leave. I must be thinking too much about Seaside. No, go to Westport, even if you’re from Seattle or, even, Canada.

MEANWHILE, I did watch some of a Challenger Series contest from Brazil. Still rooting for Sally Fiitzgibbons. She got into the semi-finals. Stephanie Gilmore wasn’t competing there, so we’ll see how the season ends for the holdovers from their generation. Interestingly, the contest on the women’s side ended with a sixteen-year-old winning over a, like, nineteen-year-old. Brutal. Or fun, depending onb your perspective.

Meanwhile, I am reciting or reading an excerpt from an original poem at an event in Port Townsend. It’s kind of an honor to be included. There are so many ways I can fuck this up. I’ll let you know.

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I do plan on writing about Instagram addction. Later. Thanks for checking out my site. Get some waves.

Surf Season Rumors and “Chip’s Perfect Ten”

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Every year it’s, like, “Yeah, Fall is the best season for waves on the Strait.” Then, “Yeah, Winter.” We are just into Fall and… from here, Winter looks promising. I don’t know. Does Westport get crowded?

I haven’t had a lot, or any real time to write. Doesn’t keep me ffrom thinking. Stories. I’ve plans for one that addresses surfers coached into competitive form.

I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but I’m thinking about the plot and characters, andm, as always, I’m looking forward, revisiting past experiences, to the next actual surf adventure in actual surf. Giid. kyucj. ti yiy (ingers on the wrong keys) Good luck to you.

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I will have news on the literary front and on the”Swamis” front… soon. Thanks.

If You Threw a Surf Contest and the Waves…

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…failed to show up.

Image from Trent Olson (or Olsen- didn’t go back to check) Facebook page. One dude (guessing, not being snarky) won’t pull up his wettie (Australian influenced jargon) until the water is genital level (I agree with this cold water adjustment strategy), the other dude don’t need no stinkin’ (and they usually are- with or without urinary help) booties, and, wait, are those both soft-tops? Wavestorming Cape Kawanda.

I have been critical of the spot in the past, one of the few places in the northwest with multiple web cams. But I have checked it out. Yes, I called it the ‘pull back’ capital, did remark on how (and this is typical of west coast beach breaks) the outside sets, mushy or not, closeout or not, lead one to the inside double-ups, most of them crashing closeouts. Yes, I have wondered why one weekend day there’s only a few adult learners jumping into the re-forms, getting thrashed, popping up prematurely, but still claiming victory for the relatives on the beach; and sometimes, same conditions, there’s hordes of heroes and villains vying for evrery three second ride.

Good Luck; I have to go; I’ll check back. Later.

I do have to go to work. erwin@realsurfers.net

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News on the literary front. Coming soon. You know, like the next swell.

Contest Season in the PNW and… Non-Intentional Drama

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It’s been a long while since I competed in any surf contest other than the de facto, any time it’s crowded, sessions. Yes, there are judges, always, the self judge being thhe one most susceptible to bribery and/or choosing sentimentality over reality. Speed, power, flow? Not always. Best two rides out of however many I could snag, steal, or even, have priority and etiquette on my side.

There are some Olympic Peninsula regulars (NOTE- Not all live here) who compete in these events. I should mention Z. I don’t know his actual name, and don’t think I’ve ever met him, but he delivers stuff for one off the non-Amazon companies in the Port Townsend area, and my friend, Keith Darrock, runs into him fairly frequently. He’s a past winner in his age category at Cape Kawanda (at least), and, most recently, told Keith he spent some time in the Mentawais, ‘practicing,’ or, as they say iin the WSL, ‘working.’ Yeah, Z’s fired up!

Keith is down in Westport, taking in the vibe. I have requested some photos. So far, I got texts saying Surf Route 101 was jammed, yesterday, the HAMA HAMA BANJO-RAMA also happening; and one saying a lot of Wavestorms were heading toward the coast. These events do have a bit of a circus flavor, not that the parking lot/bathroom-shower facility, bluff aren’t always a hotbed for kook-to-wannabes-to pissed off locals-to tourists snd posers. WHO DOESN’T LOVE A CIRCUS?

Hawaiian Brian, just after he won his division at Cape Kawanda last year. Or the year before. He did have his trophy with him, out onb the Strait… working.

Me, in the brownish hoodie, at the judges’ table a few years back. TOM BURNS got me the spot, and, because I judged rides as I saw them, and because I was loud, and because everyone except the head judge was having way too much fun, and despiite the fact I tried way harder on Sunday to behave and go along with the expected scoring, I was not invited back. Either was Tom, BUT, time and all, I do believe Tom is judging this weekend. I’m afraid to call and possibly disturb him.

A rented 40 FOOT LADDER was required to complete the stain job on this charming cottage: Taken just after I got off the roof (explaining the slight unevenness). There is a story about the high ladder woodworking I did to correct what high level woodpeckers damaged.

Can this tire be saved? There is a story involving a post Seahawks victory, late night blowout, a very steep spot where the car ended up, no phone coverage (luckily texts went through), the car falling off and wrecking the jack, another rescue from my daughter, Dru, and a successful switch to the temporary tire by ADAM WIPEOUT JAMES, the person I bought the car from, though, ater fixing the brakes he had no obligation to help.

It’s another in a long history of ERWIN BREAKS DOWN stories. When I told it to Librarian Keith, he was not properly impressed by the drama. He was checking the surf, it wasn’t exactly Alexander Dumas, or even Tom Clancy storytelling, and it doesn’t make me appear as anything other than kind of helpless, so… maybe later, maybe on the surf trip I promised Adam and included Keith. Wondering if I’ll have to find a new rim is keeping me… anxious.

I am working on some other stuff, and after a summer-long drought, and despite it still being painting season, it is raining. Is there hope for the wave pattern to switch? Yes. Why should California get all the waves?

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