Eight at Eight Feet (Hawaiian)

So, this is a photo, borrowed from the Port Townsend Leader (thanks), of Arrow Lumber's main guy in our area, Cadian. Maybe I read or heard his last name once, but... What's pertinent is that, every time I've gone in there, if he's around the counter, there's surf talk. And I've been going there, first for pellets for my stove, then, when that went into broke-mode, for building supplies. I should mention that Arrow Lumber has the lead on the coolness meter for such places, totally thrashing The Depot, largely because the people working there (and originally there was only Cadian, PT local) seem to give a shit. And they give back, evidenced by the photo. Not that is really pertinent. Cadian has surfed the legendary and mysterious surf spot, Green Point... and I haven't.  But I will. So, on my most recent trip, purchasing some 2 by 4s so I can get a roof on the greenhouse/studio I'm building with a lot of windows I got from a job where they replaced all of them because two had lost their seal, Cadian and this other guy started telling me I should be surfing on such a fine hot day. "But there's no surf," I said, "even on the coast." "There's surf in Maui," this other guy, always up on the latest blue collar gossip, said, "and Kauai.  Last time I was there..." "And on the north shore," Cadian added. "I've been there, and the waves are sooo..." Then, after I mentioned the US Open was held in ankle snappers at Huntington Pier, we had to discuss wave size. I held my hand even with my chin. "Four foot, Californian." "I saw these waves at Sunset Beach," Cadian said, "and I said, 'got to be eight feet.' This Hawaiian guy said, 'No, Bra, four feet... Hawaiian.' So... um, Erwin, what did you want again?" "Eight 2 by 4s, 12." After another customer approached the counter, Cadian added that maybe I  wanted nine, I had to say, "No, eight twelve footers. (pause) That's eight foot Hawaiian."

So, this is a photo, borrowed from the Port Townsend Leader (thanks), of Arrow Lumber’s main guy in our area, Cadian. Maybe I read or heard his last name once, but…(okay, research; it’s Hendricks).
What’s pertinent is that, every time I’ve gone in there, if he’s around the counter, there’s surf talk. And I’ve been going there, first for pellets for my stove, then, when that went into broke-mode, for building supplies.
I should mention that Arrow Lumber has the lead on the coolness meter for such places, totally thrashing The Depot, largely because the people working there (and originally there was only Cadian, PT local) seem to give a shit.
And they give back, evidenced by the photo.
Not that the company’s generosity is really pertinent. What is is that Cadian has surfed the legendary and mysterious surf spot, Green Point… and I haven’t.
But I will.
So, on my most recent trip, I’m bent on purchasing some 2 by 4s so I can get a roof on the greenhouse/studio I’m building before the rains return. And they will. I’m taking advantage of having a bunch of windows I got from a job where they replaced all of them because two had lost their seal. But, mid-decision on my part on the number of boards needed, Cadian and this other guy (okay- same research lumber yard trip- it’s Jerrod) started telling me I should be surfing on such a fine hot day.
“But there’s no surf,” I said, “even on the coast.”
“There’s surf in Maui,” this other guy, Jerrod, always up on the latest blue collar gossip, said, “and Kauai. Last time I was there…”
“And on the north shore,” Cadian added. “I’ve been there, and the waves are sooo…”
Then, possibly because I mentioned the US Open was completed the day before in ankle snappers at Huntington Pier, we had to discuss wave size. I held my hand even with my chin. “Four foot, Californian.” (that would really be, like, five feet- I’ve measured)
“I saw these waves at Sunset Beach,” Cadian continued, “and I said, ‘got to be eight feet.’ This Hawaiian guy said, ‘No, Bra, four feet… Hawaiian.’ So… um, Erwin, what did you want again?”
“Eight 2 by 4s, 12.”
After another customer approached the counter, Cadian added that maybe I wanted nine, and I had to say, “No, eight twelve footers. (pause) That’s eight foot Hawaiian.”

 UPDATE- August 24- It’s Cadian Hendricks. The other guy is named Jerrod. The guy I got on the phone when I posted the piece, who said he’d pass on the information, kind of like free advertising for Arrow Lumber, never did; and I called him out on it yesterday, in to buy some plywood. “We don’t have time for surfing the internet,” the guy whose name I didn’t catch, though he’s been friendly and helpful in the past, said, “but I do remember you called.” So, I left a note, another employee put it on the bosses’ (Cadian’s) desk, and, well, I guess everything’s fine. We’ll see. Meanwhile, as always, looking for a swell, scheming, dreaming of side-slipping through a few green ones.

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2 thoughts on “Eight at Eight Feet (Hawaiian)

  1. Yeah, I was going for cute; but I’ll always settle for something on the cleverness scale. Slightly overhead, maybe (not your head).

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