Back in the early 60s, I surfed in the U.S Open of Surfing (back then, it was called the Huntington Beach Championships). During one particularly memorable year of the competition, we all got slimed by an big oil slick. We had so much black on our jerseys that the judges couldn't see who was who, making it impossible to judge.
Read MoreWhat’s in a name? Everything. That’s why we gave our newest voting campaign a name that says what it means and means what it says: I Surf. I Vote.
On Sunday, surfers and progressives came together to make that point loud and clear in Newport Beach. Surfers from Malibu to Encinitas and everywhere in between showed up with their boards to shoot our iconic VOTE photo.
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