This article ran in the December 1989 issue of Surfing magazine. * * * I used to think that if I died and went to heaven, it would look like a surf shop. And I'm sure I wasn't alone; surf shops have been hallowed ground since 1951, when irate city fathers rooted Dale Velzy out from beneath the Manhattan Beach Pier and forced him into the semi-legitimate business of selling surfboards under a roo...

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