Mark Foo and I met in the summer of 1974, at San Miguel, in Baja. Bombing south swell. Foo was I think living in Florida at the time; probably just finishing high school. Great surfer, rode low and streamlined on his board, like Reno Abellira, one of my favorites. Mark and I stayed in touch, and after I got a job at SURFER and began going to the North Shore once or twice a year, we'd get together ...

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