"Tell the teacher I'm surfin, surfin USA" The Beach Boys

He-he-he-he-he-he

WIPE OUT

The Surfaris

Today my wife and I went to the Surf Museum in Huntington Beach for an amazing afternoon of surf drumming and guitars. Imagine 4 drum kits set up front with the guitar and bass in the background. Way in the background. Be assured that the rhythmic pounding will heal all that ails you.

Until I can hit the waves again, this is as close to that raw feeling I am going to get.

I am telling you this, precisely because it has nothing to with leukemia or a transplant. I had my mask in my pocket and surf music in my brain.  Not leukemia. Not transplant. Now I admit that 4 frenetic surf drummers playing the mother of all " Wipe Out"s  will drive just about everything out of your head.  It was all gone. 

My wife played one of the  volunteer Wipe Out solos. How cool is that!

Cowabunga, dudes.