A man needs a shed, part 1
After a decade of living in shoebox sized apartments with piles of boards clogging up hall ways, stair wells and bedrooms I've finally moved to a house with a dedicated surfboard shed. I can not describe the pure joy of being able to get my hands on all my 'ladies' at once and the pleasure in knowing that they are not getting twisted or crushed when they are stored all over town under friends houses and in the rafters of random garages. The other night I just left the light on in the shed and the door open and stared at all that history from the balcony with a beer. Am I weird?