My Granpa died this morning. He was the best man I have ever known. Granpa was a decorated World War II HERO, a Winter Park High School Hall of Famer, the best Snook fisherman ever, just a hell of a guy. Everybody loved my Granpa. He never answered the phone "Hello", he said "Good morning from beautiful Rabun Gap Georgia!!". He had that kind of contagious personality. I'm really gonna miss him. They called him Lil' Tank because he was. I'll never forget the advice he gave my Dad on his first date: "If you're not in bed by 10 come home." That's my Granpa. I love you Granpa, catch one for me up there!!!
Life is good. I just cut the grass at my new house for the first time. I know many of you reading this are jaded in this area, but you remember how cool that is. I'm so stoked. Nicole and I just bought our first house in St. Aug Suburbia (the Shores). It's so cool. I still can't believe it. We're super lucky because her Dad drove all the way down from Ohio to help us get her all fixed up. New tile, paint, carpet, sinks, tubs, windows, etc..... I feel like Frank the Tank going to Home Depot and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It's the weirdest time of my life to tell you the truth. I found myself in some lame store on St. George Street the other day sniffing CANDLES. It's funny 'cuz I noticed that every other guy I saw that night had a ring on the same finger as I do now. (Or a funny ring in the wrong ear, feel me?) Oh well, I think there's some waves on the way (FINALLY!!). Keep your fingers crossed. Now is a good time to order a board. I'm all fired up, shaping some sssiiicccckkk ones, and not tooo backed up. Remember that the Hurricanes are coming!! Get her done!!!!