Waving At Ozz

I have a cousin named Ozz. It’s not the name his parents gave him, but crowned upon him by one (or more) of his six brothers (just guessing that it wasn't his sister). These are the same cousins that gave my little brother the name "Dee," although he doesn’t have the letter "D" anywhere in his name. Ryan = Dee and Tom = Ozz. Go figure. My cousin Ozz grew up near us in San Diego, California, but now lives in Utah, too. Last month Ozz (aka Tom) provided me the key to his house so I could pick up a classic turntable/stereo console that once belonged to our grandparents. Dale was thrilled when I opened the garage door and revealed "the surfboard." Not just any board, but a much loved and used board. This would’ve made a good prop for one of the "170 Days" of waves.

Dale was also pleased to find a precious box of Wheaties. Go Tony Gwynn! Go Padres!

Dale once said, "You never know what you'll find in your neighbors' closets." We can extend that to their garages as well. Here’s waving at you, Ozz!  I hope we remembered to shut your garage door behind us.