Since my husband is no longer here, I relive part of his youth by watching The Endless Summer. No, he didn’t surf a lot as a kid. He didn’t even surf at all. Hell, he didn’t even own blue jeans till I started dating him!
But as a card-carrying member of the high school class of 1965, it didn’t matter that he grew up in the southwest corner of Ohio – he’d listened to plenty of the Beach Boys and Jan & Dean on the radio, so when The Endless Summer came out, he soaked that in too. He’s always wanted to learn to surf, but never has done so. He currently compensates by climbing Kilimanjaro. Hey, you compensate your way, let him compensate in his way!
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