The sky was gold. It was rose. I was taking sips of it through my nose.
Literally. It was all happening.
Stephan Jenkins, lead singer of Third Eye Blind, was guiding a veteran with PTSD to the ocean to catch his first wave at El Porto in Manhattan Beach, California, and all seemed to fit together nicely.
Sand between toes. Beach was giving a feeling – an earthy feeling I believe in.
When I was twelve, blasting Semi-Charmed Life on Z104 gearing up for the next Bar Mitzvah on the Hampton Roads circuit, I had a hunch Jenkins was a surfer. Or would become a surfer. I didn’t know, however, that I’d meet him in the exact environment he so poetically exalted on airwaves for the next two decades. Beyond that, I didn’t expect that encounter would arrive in service of veterans suffering from PTSD.