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THE ART OF WATERFALLING: Having spent virtually every moment of our life in BeachWeekville, we've had certain advantages, especially during our formative teen years. One was we could play poker on our rich Neapolitan friends' folks' yachts. Another was we could go water-skiing at Marine Stadium before school. Or, at least theoretically, we could.
Our constant retelling to our wife and kids about the golden days spent water-skiing on the stadium's morning glass before class at Wilson has grown increasingly tiresome over the years, and our competency at the sport has mushroomed with each repeated incident to the point that we now tell them how we would ski barefoot, with our feet on fire, jumping over now-extinct salt-water alligators and performing triple-barrel-rolls or whatever else it takes to get gasps of well placed disbelief out of our audience.See the full content of this document
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What's Hot!: Skiing and Spectating
The truth is, they will be flabbergasted to discover, we actually did attempt water-skiing before school a few times, but we kept tipping over. Not once did we manage to maintai...
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