photo by carmel trejo of the carlsbad bureauI first met Joel in 1996, maybe 1995. My Volvo had broken down, fortunately coasting right into the Chevron off the I-5 in Ashland, Oregon. Kevin just happened to be living in Ashland so I called him up. At the time, I had no money. In fact, had my car not broken down, I wasn't sure if I had enough gas money to even get to Seattle. Kevin put me up for a couple weeks while I cruised around town on a 20$ (borrowed money) orange ten speed. Joel was living with Kevin at the time and cut a pretty eccentric figure against what was a pretty eccentric backdrop to begin with. Finally, after some "good talking to" by my mother and nearly taking a job at a Taco Bell while alienating Kevin to the point of him nearly kicking me out on the street, I was wired a little cash to fix the car and went on my way.
A half year or so ago I saw Joel walking down Broadway in Brooklyn. What a chance. I took him to the Banya steam baths out in Bay Ridge and I got to momentarily enjoy his company once more. Now, this is a surf blog. But this is also a blog about inspiration and fun and good people. So here is a cool little story about Joel's dad. Check it.
6 comments:
Cool story. Were you able to keep the bike?
oh no. I think I gave it to kevin as ad hoc rent.
he paid for it anyhow.
where are these steam baths in bay ridge? or did you mean brighton beach?
http://www.sandoonyusa.com/
Maybe that's not technically bay ridge. . .I am not that technically proficient with my brooklyn neighborhood names.
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