To the Editor:

Just beyond the waves early one July morning were two surfers sitting on their boards and chatting. One was a young novice, the other an experienced, mature man. Keeping a watchful eye from a bench high upon the dune was the mother of the young surfer. The result of this rendezvous at sea was the exchange of phone numbers and addresses and the decision that the young surfer needed a longer board. A few weeks later the man appeared with just such a board.

Printed below is a copy of the note that accompanied the surfboard.

August 31, 2016