Ian In Los Angeles

At the end of that Summer, Ian moved down to Los Angeles to teach elementary school while I returned to classes to finish my degree. We saw less and less of each other after that, getting together less frequently to surf. A number of years later I visited him in L.A. and he had taken up smoking Marlboro Mediums, religiously drinking Starbucks, hanging out at the local pizza joint and kite surfing. The old Vanagon had finally broken down and he had bought himself a brand new green Toyota pickup. He had all these fun kiting toys like a little dune buggy and a kind of big wheel skateboard he could zoom around on the hard pack propelled by the wind at the beach near his apartment.