My Little Project – More Info

So I am by no means an expert in digital editing or production work so I am just toying around with my el cheapo software. So what you are watching is by no means what will come out later. I just had a few movies digitized and pulled a few rides from the film.

I also have a lot of items waiting to be transferred. VHS format and Super 8.

So basically what you are watching is some surfing from around 1983 to 1984. The problem with some of the rides on my film was that I am on a giant twin fin board. I had broken my board days before and borrowed a board from former pro surfer and super sales rep., Greg Taylor. Greg, if you ever meet him, stands around 6 foot 3. I, at 17, stood around 5 foot 8 and weighed about 140 pounds. So I was having a rough time of it.

The surfing is being done at Cocoa Beach Pier in the beginning with myself and John Holeman and a few days later it was myself and Kelly Slater at the pier and it was much smaller. The last part was me surfing at The Bank which is a few peaks south of R.C.s in Satellite Beach.

So yes, there will be more to come!


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Noise to Note! #128

Noise to Note!


The year was 1977. Marquee Moon was released and it offered a window into a musical scene was taking shape beneath the popular status quo that laid over it. Bands like The Talking Heads and Blondie were forging the way for a horizon of music television and new wave bands from the U.K.

Television – See No Evil.

The blue print.


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Matthew Drops By


The debris blanketed the entire resort

The mess left behind


Hello All!

Well, it has been yet another disruptive week for old Steve and a week to count my blessings.

We had gotten through the last tropical system and things seemed like they were going to normalize until the blobs began forming in various parts of the Atlantic. One of which was Hurricane Matthew.

This storm was odd. It took an odd path to the U.S. and grew rather quickly. It also had a strange convection blob that stuck on the eastern side like a tumor. But as it approached Cuba and Haiti, it was all to clear that this system was not a joke.

By the time I left work on Tuesday night, hysteria was starting to set in so I gassed up my car early. Supplies were beginning to roll off the shelves.

The day of the approaching storm, I was frantically checking and working on my roof and putting things indoors. By 5 p.m., I was driving to the home of my sister in St. Petersburg.

It had been ages since I saw my sister and spending the time with family was much needed. We even went down to see the surf and I figured I would get one more day to relax and surf the swell on the gulf. Well, the next afternoon that idea was torpedoed when I received a call that they were planning to work to repair the resort the next morning. So off I went back home and the next morning I was at work at 8 a.m.

The resort was a mess but compared to the destruction and flooding that happened northward; we got off easy. The entire resort was covered with a mass of palm fronds and broken tree branches. There were downed trees and fallen fences. A lot of tedious work as ahead.



Roof damage



Broken tile on the fifth floor

Broken tile fragments on the fifth floor


As for the two pictures above, the first picture shows some damage to our roof. Something struck the tiles with a lot of force. The second picture is of small pieces of the tiles that I found scattered on the 5th floor walkway. Yes, the wind blew fragments up to the fifth floor.  Amazingly, windows of the hotel units were close by and not a one was damaged.


This guy made it through the storm and stopped by to watch the clean up.

Dropping by to watch the clean up effort.


So our staff rolled up their collective sleeves and went to work and days later, we re-opened the resort.


The End Result

It is funny what a disaster brings out in people. Some people were just the same as what you expected. They did not want to help or they put in a minimal effort. But the majority came together. People that normally were in an office slapped on old clothes and work gloves and dug in. People that would complain on easy days smiled and joked about the conditions. It was interesting to watch. And this went on far beyond the walls of our resort.

As for me, I am looking forward to some time with less adventures.






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Next Project



In my youthful days, I painstakingly spent hours going through VHS tape and then using a camera and a vcr; I stitched together a wobbly, shaking masterpiece featuring my surfing and poor editing to boot!

These past few years, I have uncovered a lot of old footage spread across VHS and Super 8 film. So I am starting the process of getting the old media converted to digital format. With this being done, I can edit the poor parts out (which will be a lot) and concentrate on putting together the best parts for people to enjoy.

This is a snapshot of some of the old films:

There is the Sundek Classic with myself, Scott Brill, Jim Hogan, Todd Martin, and John Holeman surfing. There is also some of the demo performed by Rodney Mullins doing some freestyle skating.

There is skateboarding at several ramps and surfing by myself, John Holeman, and Kelly Slater.

To be honest, I have never done any editing with our modern software so this should be a learning process for me. If anyone has, and finds one program better than others (and easier!) then please let me know!

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Nut Smyrna


Sometimes, as humans, we have to rationalize where our opt out point would be during certain events. Most of us are believers in self preservation or very realistic about what could happen during dangerous circumstances.

While others just slip on the old blinders and carry on as if things are going swimmingly.

This leads us to New Smyrna Beach, Florida. A place I have written frequently about in the past. A case study of the human ability to ignore obvious signs of detriment and a study in the game of playing the odds.

Which leads us to 9/18/2016. A day that 3 people were given a slight gumming by the ever present local shark population.

As one can notice from the picture above, the idea that 3 people were just bitten by sharks seems to be lost on this crowd. They say that you are more than likely to be struck by lighting in Florida than to be bitten by a shark  so to them the odds are in their favor.

Finally, at close to 8 p.m., I received this photo.


One lone surfer sat bobbing in the sea like a piece of hot dog on a fishing line close to dark. He is that tiny white colored dot almost dead center in the picture. For those who are not in the know, dusk and dawn are a time of feeding for many predators and sharks are in this group.  He more than likely felt that he had outsmarted society as a whole as he was out enjoying the fun surf all to his lonesome and the rest of us could not fathom the source of his joyous evening. Or he was just depressed and had a crushing work week.

The end result? I never heard anything about a missing person or another attack. So he probably paddled in and thought to himself that all those dolphins were really nice for keeping him company and for circling his board to ensure he stayed safe.

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Hermine Visits Chipotle

My son and I were enjoying our tacos at Chipotle when the alert went off.

Lightning has been detected within 5 miles of your location.

The sun shone brightly. Within a few minutes the horizon showed a wall of approaching black. Then came the cracks of lightning and the accompanying booms of thunder.

Quickly I opened the weather app and saw a sight that I have not seen in ages.


A pinwheel of reds, greens, and yellows.

Thus began a few days of  mild weather and tropical Armageddon.

Now a week later, we can always look back and view the week with a different set of eyes.

Last week was a mix of chaos, reflections, and a chance to shut some doors. For the United States, this storm made landfall during our last hurrah of the summer which is Labor Day weekend. The surf pulsed in with the mullet and there were a few exceedingly bad shark bites at my local beach.

So let us break down a few subjects:

  • The surf. Once again this storm took a path that caused me to miss what small window of good surf there was. I ventured out in a confused sea close to work one evening and met a sea of currents, chop, and muddling rookies on WaveStorm boards that set themselves up in the perfect way to block any good rides.
  • Work. Summer was not kind to us. We had to deal with an employee that seemingly was fishing for a lawsuit and constantly was having problems. We also had a supply problem that hindered my ability to do my complete job. So the soggy ending to our summer was bad for attendance but nice for the weary and down trodden.
  • My birthday! Had to work but…who cares! It is your birthday! At my old age, I find it wonderful to read the posts on Facebook from my friends scattered around the world. It is nice to see people take time out of their day to give you well wishes.
  • Lost chances. Imagine someone walks up to you and says that they will give you an opportunity. If you have $400 dollars, they will give you $10,000 dollars but you have a window of ten minutes. You run to the teller machine for the bank and you have $350.00! The man will not bargain. All or nothing. You would feel lame when it all fell through and you would question why you did not have more than $350 in the bank.


Well, I had a few things that did not go my way. I wakesurf and there was a simple contest to win a sponsorship. Due to work, I just could not find the time to get out on the water, let alone film and edit a video. So I let that one go by me.

Then I was also accepted to attend an event involving wave pools. It would have been a wonderful opportunity for me to do some mingling and maybe change course in my employment. Then I found out it came with a rather pricey (for me) entrance fee which put me out of the running again.

So this has been things. Along with another pricey car breakdown a month back and a car accident in a rental car that thankfully I was not hurt in. The crazy thing was that I was driving my rental to the shop to pick up my car when a guy whipped an illegal U-turn and plowed straight into the front of the car. A shocker to say the least!

But I am still staying positive and looking to the future!



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Knick Knacks


I was digging through some files and found some clippings that I saved. Reading them put a big smile on my face. However, as flattered as I am from these, I was at a loss on how to keep them on my blog as a form of preservation without having it all seem like an ego issue for myself. Finally, I just said why not? They are just compliments and a kind gestures.



The first item came from a post on a surf forum called On the forum, someone posed a simple question and that was who was their favorite surfer on the site and why. There were many responses because my area is a hotbed of talent but my name came up overwhelmingly in the shortboard category.


The second item was from a post in which the question was asked to name the best surfers you had seen in real life. In this post, I was listed along with Kelly Slater, Matt Kechele, Damien and C.J. Hobgood, Scott Bouchard,and Bryan Hewitson. So I was humbled that someone felt that my surfing came to mind over many other well qualified individuals that I surf with regularly.

Finally, there is a post in which a surfer tells a story of going to the beach on a lackluster day. He sees a guy down the beach putting it down on the gutless junk and after the surfer goes in; he realizes it is me.


So some pretty nice compliments which is always nice.

Finally, I will just say this.

I can not really say what motivates me. Sometimes I do enjoy some showmanship. I am not a daredevil with a death wish.

Mainly there is some voice I hear that overpowers my inner dialogue. When it is big and this wave pops up that looks extra hideous, my inner voice tells me that this is the one I have to try and tackle. When the voice tells me that I need to gun it for the shoulder, the louder voice tells me to put on the brakes and relax. That I will make it through whatever happens.

Thanks to everyone who has supported the show!

Also thanks to and The Boardheads and Doreen who took the first two shots on this post.



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