Surfing

I broke down and took a surf lesson from a feller named TG. He was this old crusty surfer with a whiskey voice and bloodshot eyes. He said he arrived at the North Shore in '68. I believe him. The lesson started at 1:00P and it looked like he had just woken up when I got there at 12:45. He was a great teacher though, he brought us to a surf break that was great for learning. I got up on the first wave, although I don't think this was any huge accomplishment. He set us up and even gave us a bit of a shove when it was time to paddle into the wave. The boards were these huge foam longboards that were more like boats. It was enough to get me hopelessly hooked though. Will I ever be somewhere there are waves again?