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This was one of those days when you were sure not to score. I was the first one on the
beach looking at flat conditions knowing a crew was on its way. Finally, as the boys rolled up some bomb sets came through and we had the place to ourselves until sundown. Malcom threw down for the camera, pulling into some heavy closeouts and getting the crap beat out of him. Thanks Malc! Photo: Scoco
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Photos: Rose Athena Montreal has a thick skateboarding history with a core group of people keeping the flame alive. Two issue’s ago I had the chance to catch up with long time Montreal pro Barry Walsh ( A Life at Pipe tentacle #2). He told me about how the natural halfpipe in the city’s Olympic Park had been under threat of destruction
for some time. It was the stadium’s home soccer team, the Montreal Impact that wanted the expansion for greater ticket sales, I can only guess. How can soccer be more important than skating? Well according to the local skate community, it’s not. So a fight began to save the structure, a concrete pipe perfect for skating. The pipe was for the Olympic torch to be run through and thats it. Soon after,
it became legendary when guys like Marc Tison and Walsh put in a lifetime of skating at the spot. Today the entire structure sits 80 feet away and still on the grounds of Olympic Park. It weighed in at over 175 tons and took extensive work with heavy machinery and cranes to move. Game on!
Walsh skating the Olympic pipe in its original location.
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Going to the baja is easy when you’re not a pro. All you need is a good pair of shoes and some earplugs. First you catch a flight to San Jose Del Cabo, hop on a sweaty bus ride through Cabo San Lucas and get off at the terminal. Then get on a coach bus north to the farm town of Pescadero and get off at kilometer 64. Inhale the sweet smell of fresh grown basil. Turn right and walk about 200 steps to the surf camp and you’re home. From here you can walk or hitchhike to any beach, skate bowl, restaurant or coffee shop. Make sure you learn to swear in Spanish and watch out for the hot dogs wrapped in bacon. While you’re there, save a t.v. from a burning palapa, drop into back hand barrels 3 Caucasians deep, lose seventy pesos on the superbowl, land on a manta ray after a wave and lose your first lure on a home made rod. Wander for hours through the tin-can desert. Find a dead bobcat by the side of a dusty road. Fall asleep to the sound of rain from under a palm frand roof. Put in your earplugs and let the mexican dogs bark all night.
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ERIC
TIMMINS Interview/photos by Luke Connor
I first met Eric Timmins a couple years ago in Nanaimo, BC. I was living in Ladysmith at the time and would always make trips to Nanaimo for the spots and the skatepark; Ladysmith didn’t have much of either. Eric and I eventually started filming and shooting together and he was always one of the most motivated skaters in Nanaimo to actually leave the park and go street skate. Now that we’re both in the same city it makes things that much easier to get shit done! ET phoned home.
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L: Let’s get the basic info out of the way before we get into the weird stuff. What are your stats? E: I’m 23 years young, I’m an 80’s baby. I’m living life as it comes left, right and centre, while riding for Instrumental Skateboards and Sitka Victoria. L: Has life been smooth sailing lately or have you been thrown some curve balls? E: What do you mean by curve balls? L: Just asking how life has been. Gotta give the readers some insight into the life of Eric Timmins. Once they see your skating and good looks they’ll wanna know everything about you, you’re a real fan fave. E: (laughs) Life has been great. Enjoying it as it comes that’s for sure. Just trying to put in work when I can and enjoying life as it passes by. Life is what you make it I guess and so far it’s been amazing.
L: Has it been better now that you’re living in Victoria? E: Oh yeah for sure. Not only is it an amazing place to live but the talent of skating here always makes you step your game up. L: Top 5 things in Vic? E: Damn I hope I don’t step on any toes but the girls are 3-1 right now, the family, the skate scene, the homies and the Island lifestyle, you can’t beat it. L: What about Fernwood? E: Everyone knows I’m there every night, have you seen my Instagram? (@erictimmins) L: Don’t have it yet. E: You can’t see my life as it passes into the nighttime. L: I gotta get some night vision goggles then. E: Go on adventures through the wilderness that is Vancouver Island? L: Pretty much. They need night vision contact lenses so we could night skate easier. E: I got 20/20 vision so I wouldn’t know the difference. L: Preferred super power? E: Damn, that’s a toughie. There are so many good super powers out there. If I had to choose one I’d choose spider man’s powers. With perfect balance and the spidey sense I could manual forever and never hurt myself. L: Good choice, never thought of that. I’d be pretty down with flying, spread your wings and fly out of any slam. E: Moon gravity like Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2? L: Yeah get that switch flip up Mount Everest I’ve been claiming. E: Up and over?? If you have an oxygen tank and the money I’m down. L: I don’t have either, I’m just a broke skateboarder. E: Aren’t all skaters? Unless you’re winning X-Games and Street League.
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L: I’ve wondered how skateboarding can so easily control your life, leaving us broke and happy. E: The fact that it’s the only thing that makes you happy, man.Embrace it don’t be scared of it. L: How old were you when you started skating? E: Since I came out of the womb. My dad used to own a skate shop in Nanaimo, BC, before I was born. I’ve always been around skating and surfing but I’m a skater through and through. L: What inspired your dad to open the shop? E: The love, I guess. You’ll have to do a George interview for the inside scoop on that. L: Does he still skate? E: Hopefully he’ll give you a story of 12. Oh let me tell you about his hand stands, can’t understand that shit. L: He take them to the streets yet? E: (laughs) I wish. He will pull it out every now and then when the kids wanna get pumped up. L: Mullen of Vancouver Island. E: Nah but he knows Kevin Harris. You’re thinking of Florida Dave. L: Don’t know him. E: Whoa you’re a little bit out of the loop then. L: I guess I’m still a grom. E: Yeah you and half the kids in Vic. L: All I see is potential. You were once a grom, now you’re in the book. E: Yeah it’s mind blowing. I could never have pictured this happening, I’m so stoked. Thanks to Tentacle for my first interview, Instrumental Skateboards for keeping me pushing, Sitka for paying the bills, and Cake, I’m Forever Dirty Victoria Lowlife. L: End it on that? E: Yeah suck it.
Thaddeus “Raddeus” Lenover Photo: Scoco
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DIY. So hot right now. Apparrently this spot was destroyed not long after Colin Graham found time to crailtap this rotten shipping dock. Photo: Jeff Comber
George Faulkner kickflip. Photo: Ethan Miller
Ingmar Ostlund melon. Photo: Scoco
Raph Bruhwiler Putting in some research for the grandkids. Photo: Adam Dewolfe
Mike Mckinlay Photo: George Faulkner
Pete Devries Photo: Scoco
Kye Peladeau Photo: Scoco
When Trashcan goes on skate trips to L.A. he travels by bus and packs an entire loaf of wonder bread made into peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. Photo: Scoco
photog: Alicia Gilmour
HAPPY BIRTHDAY So here I am 5 in the am trying to put this thing together. Not exactly sure how I arrived here. He said oh just a few words and a pic and I thought to myself easy as pie. What the fuck is easy as pie? lol... I fucking hate lol. I hate the term “not so much�. I hate the word (seriously) spoken in that fucking valley girl voice from the late 80s. I hate barking dogs. I hate money. I hate garbage in the street. I hate oblivious drivers. I hate pollution. I hate brussel sprouts. I hate doing the dishes. I hate work being bigger than life. I hate what we have done to this earth. Yes I am a hater. Not a little blemish on my face before the prom sort of hater but a hater with a mind full of violence and death. The torn burnt flesh of my foes. Those faceless luxury riders of vessels paid for with human blood and sweat and tears of sorrow of pain. We all hate make no mistake. We confirm this with our actions over and over again. We are taught this. It is not born with us like our eyes, our hands, our feet. I have watched many violent movies. I do not think that there are too many ways one could die or be killed that I have not seen and heard. All those visions locked in the recesses of my brain. A small, but very heavy black box that smokes at the seams and vibrates quietly. Blood is in the air. Silver blades flashing. Screams and raised hands, matted filthy hair and crazy eyes. The night train, click click clicking down the tracks. Headlight stabbing into the darkness. I scream mouth open wide into the dark wind, the scream of the night train passenger. You are one too you know. She sheds a black tear. Night dripping down her cheek. Eyes lit from within unknown depths apparent in the
dark pupils cast upon his face. He is scared,very scared. For she is death. The answers we do not have entwined in the loose folds of her dress. The mystery solved but there is no returning from the answer. I hope that I will not be too scared when its time to take her hand. I hope that I will be brave, chin up, strength apparent in stance. Feet solid upon the Earth.A bodily lean into the wind. My heart aches most days,and I scream inside my head. The noise a blinding pain. White heat from a dark black flame. Quite alone he sits, amid the chaos, the current pulling, the wind pushing. Blinding white mountain tops gleam in the distance. Gulls scream and circle, acrobatic wonders, feathered winged adrenaline junkies. The beach glimpsed occasionally far inside. He stretches out in the lull touching his toes flexing his fingers his ankles neck. It was a hard paddle. Focused breathing and determination only just getting him out. A loon calls in the bay and sends shivers of bliss down his spine. The darkness recedes. He glows a brilliant blue born of pure air. Warm sun and quiet wise laughter. To be alive in this moment... He looks seaward and sees peaks feathering towards him. He watches, still and quiet, liquid silver green shapes approach. He holds his palms on the surface as the first wave of the set rolls beneath him. The second coming into view, a little larger a little steeper and still he sits quiet, observing this most beautiful thing. As he goes up the face he leans a little forward to prevent going over backwards and there before him is 10 easy feet from top to bottom,
all power lines and a deep clamshell pocket. Steep and fast beginning to fold even as he turns, glances back and gives two small strokes… Hate evaporates, anger dissolves, violence disappears, lust gone, darkness lit, screams silenced. And… He drops down the face, feet light on the board, his eyes locked on his line. He becomes in that moment, nothing. It’s the only thing he knows of that will shut his mind down completely. Seconds in that zone supplying days of bliss at the memory of it. That being nothing. It empowers his being, charging the over worked batteries of his soul. The strength needed to smile at the fortune his health, his loved ones, give him. He is blessed with the ability to ride pure power, storm and wind spawned, miles and hours beyond his view. Rolling through the night, these waves of adrenaline, laughter, wonder at the wonder of it all, casting blinding light on the dark pathways he walks. He stalls at the bottom, hand slipping down the green wall for balance and crouches as the lip throws out over him. Silence and then his arrival in an even more pure space that spikes him solidly to the calm. A room of moving liquid aqua marine. He aims at the small exit hole and cruises through and back into the light. The sun creates rainbows in the mist upon the back of the waves as they break and he holds his hands skywards and vibrates exploding in maniacal laughter born of pure undiluted joy of the ride. He smiles as he rests knowing that everything will just be fine. Because there is only now, and he laughs with joy at the knowing. Grasp all that is good within your reach and hold it dear for it is but a glimpse of what can only be your truth. BELIEVE. LAUGH. PLAY. SMILE. GIVE. SURF.
CRUSTY BASTARD RETURNS What the fu#$%#^&$k Funny how when Government decides to cut things it’s never big business polluters or fat cat BS like the Senate. They cut the lifeguards in the National Park….cause I guess saving peoples lives is far less important than a multi-million $ TEMPORARY building. Or changing names in the park to keep us all politically correct. Total Freaking Idiots. People will die and the feds will put the money into promoting a pipeline no one wants. New signs on the beach should help…a nice place for protest stickers but as far as creating a safe beach not even. Who runs this Circus. Its like a bad hockey that is slowly getting worse and they keep changing the coach hoping for a better result. The “Park” has become a superintendent graveyard or worse a stepping stone to a bigger trough. What about giving a local the job who actually cares about this place instead of ticket revenue or chasing dogs off leash. Thirty plus years of surfing history gone with a stroke of the pen. For All People For All Time? Doubt it. SAVE THE PARK…from the feds With spite, Crusty Bastard
AGE? 22
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HOMETOWN? I grew up on Salt Spring Island skateboarding all week and surfing the weekends on the South Island. 5 years ago I moved out here to Tofino so I could surf every day and now I call it home.
SPONSORS? Rip Curl, Aftanas Surf Designs, Storm Surf Shop, Adanac
DAILY ROUTINE? Wake up around 9...fall back asleep... Finally get out of bed at 10, drink 2-4 cups of coffee while checking the surf (online only before work). Show up at work around 11. Kye and Janek Peladeau usually get off work at around 4 or 5 and if they wanna surf, which is likely, they stop by the shop to ask when I’m done. After this happens, I’m usually out of there in half an hour. We go for a surf then I come home for dinner and a chill with my awesome girlfriend, Sara. Bedtime at 11 and it’s a redo.
DO YOU COMPETE? I guess I could say yes... I do all of the contests that come to town.
3 REASONS TO TRAVEL? People, Barrels, Cheaper Beer
ROAD TRIPS OR JET SET? I just did a road trip to the Mexican border and back. There was a little too much driving involved and not enough surfing.. Jet set 4:1 HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A FIGHT WITH A STREET PERSON? No. I’m not a fighter.
HOW DID YOU GET INVOLVED WITH AFTANAS SURF DESIGNS? I actually came out here for work experience in grade 10. Kye was getting boards from Stefan and he hooked it up. So I did that for a week and Stefan offered me the job for when I finished high school.
SO WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH SOMEONE SHITTING ON A TABLE IN MEXICO? Wake up, pile of something on the table in the corner of our room and nobody remembers anything from the night before.. Upon cleaning it up, we realise what it is and a long forensic investigation ensues for the remainder of the trip. There are theories on who it was, but I can’t release anything else.
PERFECT SET-UP FOR A PERFECT DAY OF SURFING? Sunny day in the summer, left hand reef or point barrels with semi-long waits and two friends. Surf for 6 hours on both tides.
SEA LIONS. FREIND OR FOE? I’ve only heard of them being friendly. I have seen them convince me otherwise many, many times.
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ISAAC RADDYSH VS. THE FIRING SQUAD
artist Russ Morland profile Russ Morland is no stranger to the Canadian board sports industry. His art has ended up everywhere from peoples arms to skateboards or wall murals over city streets.
The Tentacle mag had a chance to fire off a few questions to him at his home base of
Nanaimo BC.
YOU JUST OPENED YOUR OWN GALLERY, RIGHT? YEAH I JUST OPENED MY OWN TATTOO STUDIO SLASH GALLERY NOVEMBER 2011. IT’S GOING REALLY WELL SO FAR, THE ART SHOWS ARE MONTHLY, MAINLY LOCAL PEOPLE BUT I HAVE SOME FOLKS COMING UP FROM THE STATES TOO. I’VE MANAGED SO FAR TO BOOK SHOWS TILL THE END OF 2013, IT WAS DEFINITELY NEEDED IN NANAIMO. THE TATTOO SIDE IS REALLY BUSY TOO, I’VE BEEN TATTOOING CLOSE TO 9YRS NOW AND HAVE A GOOD LOYAL CLIENTELE. I ALSO HAVE ANOTHER GUY WORKING WITH ME WHO’S DOING GREAT TOO, WE GET ALONG FAMOUSLY AND THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME. WHERE DO THE CHARACTERS IN YOUR ART COME FROM? I DEVELOPED MY STYLE SLOWLY OVER THE PAST 12 YEARS, IT’S BEEN A PROGRESSION OF MY HUMOUR AND THE WANT TO DO LESS PRETENTIOUS ART, I THINK PEOPLE DIG WHAT I DO BECAUSE IT’S VISUALLY STRIKING AND REQUIRES LESS THOUGHT THAN SOME ART DOES, IT’S JUST FUN. I CALL MY CHARACTERS LURKERS!
DO YOUR PIECES START WITH AN IDEA OR DO YOU JUST START SKETCHING AND SEE WHAT COMES OUT? I MAINLY JUST SKETCH AND SEE WHAT COMES OUT, I DO LOTS OF REACURING THEMES, IT’S LIKE BEING IN A TOY SHOP AND HAVING ACCESS TO LOTS OF FUN TOYS! THROUGH YOUR WORK AS A TATTOO ARTIST YOU’VE HAD SOME PIECES THAT HAVE LASTED IN YOUR MEMORY FOR YEARS I’M SURE, ANY FIRST OR WORST TATTOOS YOU WANT TO TELL US ABOUT? OH MAN I BLOCK OUT THE WEIRD ONES FOR THE MOST PART, NO KISSING AND TELLING HERE! SO WHEN YOU’RE RUSS MORLAND YOU’RE ALL BUSINESS AND LURK IS THE PARTY GUY OR WHAT? LURK IS THE CRAZY SIDE, I’M KINDA A BORING DUDE DAY TO DAY, I LIKE TO BE AS MELLOW AS I CAN BE (UNLESS I’M DRINKING) BUT FOR THE MOST PART I KEEP IT CHILL, I’M PROBABLY MORE ANIMATED AND CHATTY WHILE I’M TATTOOING THAN I AM AT MY ART SHOWS. I HAD A GREAT TIME AT YOUR PAINT & SKATE EVENT LAST YEAR. ARE YOU DOING ANOTHER ONE THIS SUMMER? JUST WAITING TO HERE BACK FORM THE CITY ABOUT FUNDING, I HOPE TO DO IT AGAIN THIS YEAR AND HAVE A STREET COURSE THIS TIME! HOW DID YOU COME INTO DOING ART FOR THE BOARD SPORTS INDUSTRY? I WORKED IN SKATE SHOPS IN BOTH ENGLAND AND CANADA FOR YEARS, JUST MET LOTS OF PEOPLE THROUGH THIS, WHEN I PICKED UP SOME SPONSORS I FOUND THAT COMPANIES WOULD TAKE INTEREST IN ME!
SO WHICH CAME FIRST FOR YOU AS A KID, ART OR SKATE? WELL BOTH I GUESS, ALL KIDS DRAW, BUT I STARTED DRAWING SKATE GRAPHICS WHEN I WAS 7 OR 8! LOTS OF NEON PENS WERE USED FOR THIS, I REMEMBER THE VISION PSYCHO STICK AND HOW AWESOME IT LOOKED, OR THE KEVIN STAAB MAD PROFESSOR, THOSE BOARDS WERE AWESOME, OR THE GONZ BOARD, I WANTED THE GONZ MINI SO BADLY BUT OF COURSE AT CHRISTMAS EVERYONE WAS SOLD OUT. DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST COMPLETE? (I ASK EVERYONE THIS QUESTION) YEAH IT WAS A DOGTOWN DRESSEN MINI, IT WAS THE ONE WITH HIS NAME IN THE STREET KINDA CROSSING OVER, IT WAS WHITE, THE SCREEN PRINT WAS OFF A LITTLE SO THE IT LOOKED SHIFTED, IT HAD PURPLE KRYPTONICS ON IT AND I THINK IT HAD GULLWINGS, THE ONES WITH THE PLASTIC BASE PLATES? I’M NOT SURE WHY PLASTIC BASE PLATES ARE A THING OF THE PAST, IT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA AS LONG AS THEY ARE STRONG ENOUGH. I LOVED THAT BAORD IT LASTED ME A YEAR AND THEN I GOT AN ALVA EDDIE REATUGUI (?). YELLOW WITH A MONKEY ON THE BOTTOM AND SOME OJIIS, I DID A MOB KICKFLIP ON THIS BOARD BACK IN 88 OR 89 THEN I GAVE UP ON SKATING TILL MAYBE 94, I KINDA MISSED THE WHOLE BIG PANTS SMALL WHEELS ERA, I WAS IN A SMALL TOWN WITH NO SKATERS AND NO SKTAE SHOP. SO, WHEN I GOT BACK IN TO SKATING I HAD NO IDEA WHAT NOLLIE AND SWITCH WAS YET, LET ALONE A 3 FLIP OR A BACK HEEL, ETC. I THOUGHT THE NOSE WAS NOW AN EXTRA TAIL FOR WHEN YOU WORE OUT THE REAL TAIL, MY FIRST BRAND NEW SET UP IN 94 WAS A PRIME CAINE GAYLE, I THINK IT HAD LIKE A MOBSTER MURDER SCENE ON THE BOTTOM, I ORDERED IT FROM ROLLERSNAKES IN NOTTINGHAM ENGLAND. IT HAD MAD CIRCLE WHEELS AND SECOND HAND INDIES.
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For a twisted sort of crowd, it was a time and place where
dreams could come true. Where you could be drunk in public without all the hassle and you could still smoke inside public establishments. It’s where you would find yourself sharing 99 cent tall cans in the parking lot with members of the LA Death Squad and Paul Mackenzie, quoting FUBAR and letting them try the BC bud that you accidentally smuggled across the border. It’s where camaraderie still existed within a subculture, and where the only thing that mattered was that we were all being who we are, and having the time of our lives. Las Vegas met its match over the May long weekend as over 4000 fans and band members took on the dirt and grime of the old city during the largest and most glamorous punk show of the year, Punk Rock Bowling. The event was founded in 1992 as an attempt to unite the independent music scene across California and has since morphed into a 3 day music festival and bowling tournament with over 60 bands and 200 bowling teams, filling 3 Las Vegas hotels. It is The Punk Show of the year, proof to a dying breed, that although the music has changed, the heart of what is punk will never die.
Over the course of 4 nights and 3 days bands played nonstop through the streets, casinos, dive bars and poolside. Everywhere you went they were playing the songs we wanted to hear. From the Adolescents to GBH to Ray Bone’s Manic Hispanic, this was the line up that would take a lifetime to see in any single city across the globe. Headliners NOFX, Rancid and Pennywise, shut down the streets each night but warmed up the crowd for the after parties that screamed until the sun came up. The club shows are what make this the most respected punk rock festival in existence and draws a crowd from every corner of the music scene. If you planned your day right, or partied hard enough, over the course of the weekend you would cross paths with, No Use For A Name, Hot Water Music, The Real Mackenzie’s, The Adolescents, Agent Orange, The Dickies, The Dwarves, The Addicts, Hep Cat, Good Riddance and the list goes on.
“the heart of “This is the Cochehalla what is punk for fucked up people with will never die.”
bad tattoos,” shouted Pennywise bassist Fletcher Dragg from the stage of the festival’s closing act, to which a crowd like no other in existence, screamed with validation and threw their middle fingers in the air. This was the last night of three of the best days of our lives. Finally, there were more of us then there were of them and for once, punk ruled the town. Punk is something your born with, it’s a character flaw and the nagging urge to be defiant. It comes out in the way we dress, or talk or don’t talk. The deliberately offensive style of music is simply our liberation to feel this way, to run wild in the streets, and be free of the reigns of conformity that a so called “normal life” has put on our shoulders. It’s a private rebellion, and celebration that we are not alone. It’s an understanding amongst people that it is okay to be different. This was a festival like no other, where all corners of what it is we call punk rock came together and stood tall in a union of “proud to be” whatever we are. It’s where we got to do what we do best, get drunk, get loud, get naked and go bowling. We be Punk. adg
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April 22nd, a day that, within the last thirty years, has become known as Earth Day. A day that, in California, a select few environmentalists celebrate by holding hands and roasting bowls. Well really, the party rolls from 4/20 all the way to 4/22, which is when the smoke clears. A holiday suited only for grown-ups and high school... um, artists. Clean up
the planet. A good message, but why on only one day of the year? And why isn’t it recognized by more people? Today I celebrated Earth Day with my family. A day not unlike others. There was no dope smoking, no live music, just my family and I. A day at the beach skimboarding, followed by a barbecue in the backyard. We invited the kids from the neighborhood and went out and had a great time.
Today we did the things we normally do. We picked up the trash on the beach that the tourists left behind. We looked for whales migrating and talked about how unbelievable it was that they were still hunted in parts of the world. We picked tomatoes from the garden to have with dinner. We commented on how much better they tasted without the pesticides on them that poison us, our animals, rivers, and eventually, our oceans. Today was April 22nd, a day like any other Sunday at my house. We got some waves, jumped in the community pool to rinse off, and had a family dinner. We were all, kids included, as happy as clams and ready for a good night’s sleep. Come to think of it, I don’t think I mentioned Earth Day maybe more than one or two times in passing with some friends. What did I do to help clean up the planet that desperately needs our help? I got some kids together and showed them how to have one heck of a day. Something they can and should do 365 days a year, not just one.
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