Strange Days at OBSF...
This one involves the Nutcracker, a near tragedy, vets in the right places, and pretty darn fun surf...
Met Don at mid-beach at o-dark-hundred. To my surprise, Wayne Kopit arrived by cab. His family was up to watch the Nutcracker, as one of his daughters is a high-caliber dancer.
Wayne's nursing a shoulder injury, but got his exercise cruising the bluffs taking pix of Don and me from Pacheco to Noriega.
The surf was solid OH, with some long-period South in it
This created some nuggets, although the hollowness was a bit dicey... lots of pinchers.
After some time out there, we came in and were just about to leave when Don's dog mysteriously bolted from Great Hwy the Lesser onto Great Hwy the Greater... not good.
Tires screeching... thud. Don was closest at that point, and at that point it seemed fatal for poor Ruby.
Enter the Vet Wayne! How lucky! He calmed Ruby and gave her an inspection.
We were given directions by folks and police to the emergency clinic... and off to 9th and Irving we went.
X-rays backed Wayne's assessment, and after a few staples in Ruby's noggin, we all parted ways to re-join family and to reflect on how lucky it was Ruby is still alive.
Last I saw Wayne, he was in a sea of people waiting outside the DeYoung... Spoke to Don last night, and Ruby is still OK.
I was running late to get back to my family. My wife had planned a Mommy-Daughter day. As it turns out, they went to the Nutcracker.
Somehow, it all started with and ended with the Nutcracker.
Many thanks for everything, Wayne! Great to see you!