I've got two surfboards in the BY under the grapefruit trees. Had been on the porch, but clutter. Both from the early-mid 60s in usable condition, not worth a big whoop, but they're mine: a Challenger Fantail that I surfed on from 73 onward to replace my Australia board that got stolen along with my van from the UCSD pkng lot while I was doing another all-nighter experiment (44 hr) to the tenth of a degree, all for nothing because we got scooped by a Japanese team, karmic payback for us scooping a friendly Swedish team with our previous work, I guess, but all that work! It really bummed me out, and a Weber Feather that I bought at the Chula Vista flea market in 79, still haven't ridden it yet! Things to do and places to go before I'm done! ****in' van must have been in Tijuana by the time I got there. Wanted to hang on to my 93 Ford Explorer Sport with 4" body lift and 11 or 12" American Eagle matt finish wheels but I let it go too long to be worth it, like with my 79 Dodge D--50, gave that one to the vocational school. Liked my 2005 Tundra also with 4" body lift but smacked it but good, end of that story, too bad, so now have something different. The D-50 was the only vehicle I ever bought new until now, with the wife, her Prius-C 2013, nice! And some old typewriters. Hey, I still have my Zenith Z-248 with monitor and kb in boxes in the garage. My first computer. Wife is irritated by me keeping one old computer and monitor after another. And peripherals. People laugh, but in the intermediate cases there is data, albeit data I will probably never use. There's a load of a story about the end of my 93 Dodge Dakota mini truck, 4:43am Dec. 7, 2008, windstorm, termites at the base, the neighbor's medium-size pine tree fell across the hood, dang! Cut the tree up with him assisting so wife could go to work, next day, Friday, was her citizenship day. That's symmetrical with April 2005 when the other neighbor had a Rastafarian guy, unbonded, unlicensed logger working as a tree-man (not right), cutdown one of his pine trees near our house, a bigger one, it feel wrong, on our house. He hugged it and tried to bring it back (!), of course got thrown smartly when it reverberated, an unpleasant story for us except for that 1) wife was in _opposite_ side of house ("sounded like a bomb") and Paul Davis Restoration did a good job fixing up. Also, our house is well built.