George King's Journey: A Short Story
Have you ever thought, “If only I’d known this when I was 20?” or something like that? I did. I was walking somewhere and wondering if it had really been about 50 years ago George King and I were making plans for our trip to Encinitas, CA to go surfing. We were both 18, doing nothing of great importance and always had the desire to find a better wave than the one I was riding at the time.
George came by my house, we loaded all my belonging inside his car and my surfboard on the roof of his, I think, 1963 VW bug with an engine made to go really fast. And that began a journey that a few days later landed us in California for our first surf adventure. There would be many more of those that followed that involved other friends. That driving pull
George came by my house, we loaded all my belonging inside his car and my surfboard on the roof of his, I think, 1963 VW bug with an engine made to go really fast. And that began a journey that a few days later landed us in California for our first surf adventure. There would be many more of those that followed that involved other friends. That driving pull