I’ll start this week by wishing the dads out there a happy Father’s Day, including my own dad, who pushed me into my first waves on a bellyboard almost 40 years ago. My pops had this gorgeous 1966 Weber Performer that I still ride on occasion. I’m thinking that in the next few years, my own son will paddle that board out. My dad and I can sit there together and watch. Maybe it will be Father’s Day. I can’t think of a better present than that.

These holidays have always sparked funny conversations in my family.