Published by editor on Wed, 07/29/2020 - 9:06am
My sister and I moved to Newport Beach with Mom when I was 18. I made friends with some neighbor kids right away. Surfing was the thing. The waves were usually too small to have a really good time. So when somebody said, “Surf's up!” you went there like it was the first ripe tomato.
One of those times came after a big rainstorm. A big enough rainstorm overloads the sewer system and the extra goes into the river and out to sea. It's not a private hog farm though, so it just turns the water brown and poisonous and nobody takes responsibility.
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