Yes, what was the name of that surfer guy at our college? I forget. I only remember that at some time it was somehow learned or remarked that early in the morning, while we were still straggling to maybe get up in time for breakfast, he would have already been to the beach with his "board" and back again in time for class. Makes me tired to even think about that. Why all of this to-do about a "board"? I doubt that I would ever take up surfing at my age.
