There is a surf place nearby. A pal of mine has a home there and we’d love to sit down on his own balcony and watch the men switch in and out of their wetsuits, always awaiting the occasional lost towel.One Saturday afternoon we were doing exactly that and I seen a guy that was the spitting image of Dylan. I meanthis guy seemed more compared to Dylans own brother!As he changed from his wetsuit, I can see that he had a tight body. I set my beer down and rushed down the stairs and across the street to satisfy him. Since I was talking to me, I discovered how far his demeanor was just like Dylans, particularly the Dylan in the early days.It turns out that another day that he was leaving town for a surfing contest. Fortunately, he called me the day that he got back!
