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Live now- Balaram Stack's heat is on NOW

Da Hui Backdoor Shootout: Day Five

Hopefully, dredging will open up "OB'ies" again.  8)

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Hereís the GoFundMe link

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What great tribute to Tim. Great turnout in crappy weather. More smiles than tears and thatís the way I think he would have liked it.

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What a crappy way to get a Flea reunion...

See you there...

In case there are those that can't access Thomas' FB page or read tribute, here it is:

I am so bewildered & confused. Itís hard to understand this but my old friend Tim Hill passed away today. So young. We had some of the most wild & crazy times together. Like a weird family. His weird bent wrist hand shakes. We have silly stories of parties, him passed out in a Brooklyn bar as an old drunk drew on his face, the time he pulled his pants down & skated down 5th in Park Slope Brooklyn mocking the new hipsters moving in & embarassing a few ladies. Lol! He was 1 of the original ďSand FleasĒ our semi fictional surf club when there wasnít allot of surfers in NYC. We had had each other, a rag tag mix of personalities joined for the common purpose of surfing & comradery & literally marathons of partying. He BBQed in the middle of winter with 2 foot of snow around him in flip flops, board shorts & a 70ís Hawaiin shirt. He seemed impervious to the cold. Jess was just looking at his Bananas Foster recipe that he wrote & drew silly pictures on for us. He loved good blues & country songs. Quoted them constantly. He was cynical as they come, a classic Indie rocker with his scratchy voice, rebutted everything. Hated if anything got too clicky. He was a deep thinker, full of conviction & gave you an opinion wether you wanted or needed it or not. I argued with him so many times on that. We drove day & night in an old van partying around New York City like a weird bunch teens blasting punk rock music & laughing it up annoying the town like we were out of an 80ís Molly Ringwald movie. He had a rough patch for a while & cut his friends off to heal, get healthy and when he was ready, he lived true to his ďTransformĒ tattoo & he came back with his usually rough outlook & comical remarks. His hard work in the community led to the city granting him a community garden on 91st st & it helped spread happiness through the area long before the gentrification we see today. He seemed rough on the outside but much like any artist, they love as hard as they think. He met his wife Kiva & that was it. He changed. He was absolutely entrenched in her life & then he had their duaghter & Tim found his calling. He loved his lil baby girl & a healthy beam of pride radiated like a new scientific discovery that changed the world. A while back he started having weird seizures. Made no sense & he told me Docs couldnít figure it out but as time went on it seemed to be correcting itself. He got the ok to surf & drive. (This was what he explained to me) I got the message that yesterday he had one again & he went into cardiac arrest. He died today & I canít emote correctly. I feel sad but think about him & smile over his whacky stories. I loved him as a friend & was so camp about my annoying moments with him. Took it for granted but like family you donít think about it till itís too late. Itís really difficult to get. It hurts on the top of my head & its numb on my right ear just thinking about today & his family. Tim, my old friend, Iím sorry. Hope you rest peacefully & know that through it all, we all loved you. You weird sonovabitch of an old soul, you are part of my life story, I am you & You are me. Iíll miss you. Rockaway will miss you. Uhg.... Iím so sorry for your loss Kiva. We are thinking of you. RIP Tim Hill. SFSC forever homie. Just Damn.

A true Sandflea... Aloha.

are you sure you aren't talking about Miss December?
It's been a while...sponger....

When the opportunity arises....

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are you sure you aren't talking about Miss December?

It has also killed a LOT of the central sandbars, outer bar only really shows on dead low, and inside is a double up whomp fest... Need some stormy stuff to move sand into the trenches in-between

Bulls are or were already here... They were responsible for those attacks in NJ in fresh water back in the Ď20s or whatever. Numerous have been spotted and caught in Great South Bay over the years as well.

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