Hey, Wait, I Wanna Talk

So, apparently Bogarts is not only the place for coffee. We were sitting there eating corndogs and fries, the sun was shining bright in a cloudless sky, the air was warm, those mile-high palm trees would have been swaying if there were a breeze. People walked by pushing strollers filled with laughing little kids, or were pulled along by dogs at the furthest ends of their leashes.

 Except for the garlands and bows on the lamp posts, the Christmas Tree in the park, the violinist on the pier with a clutch of cyclists gathered around her playing Christmas carols, and that mail box on the clock with the special words painted on it - Letters to Santa - it seemed like summer.
Anyway, as I said, we were sitting there when a lone kid propped his skim board against a bench by the door and disappeared inside. It wasn't long before a cohort of similar surf kids, each with their own skim or surf boards, did the same, wet towels piled on top. I found it hard to believe all those kids went in there for coffee. I was right. Apparently Bogarts in Seal Beach is the place for shaved ice as well.

After all that Christmas bike building the previous evening a simple ride to the coast on another endless summer day seemed the thing to do.

"... Catch a wave and your sitting on top of the world

So take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy (catch a wave, catch a wave)

Every Saturday boy

But don't treat it like a toy

Just get away from the shady turf

And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf

And when you catch a wave you'll be sittin' on top of the world

Catch a wave and you'll be sittin' on top of the world."

Hey, wait. I want to talk, ask all kinds of questions about your ride while your buddy continues to pull away up ahead there. Never a dull moment on a ride with the mrs.