by Corky Carroll
I flipped on my old computer just now and while it was warming up, it’s a steam powered Apple III, I was thinking about what I was gonna write about for todays adventure into my continued quest to wipe out the use of all grammer and long words. A semi loud “bing” sounded over my head and the idea that I should revisit some previous subjects, stories and people from time to time could be cool. So, I took a look back at a piece I did on three of our greatest local surf rats from the 1960’s that I did in 2012. John Boozer, Tommy Leonardo and Robert Kooken. These are guys you don’t hear about much but were a major part of Orange County surfing in their day. Hey, perfect choice to kick this off with. I took the following from that story.
Today I thought I would put out a little tribute to three of the best local right foot forward guys from my era, which was mostly the 60’s and early 70’s, who are not with us anymore.
First would be John Boozer. I first remember John as a freshman at Huntington Beach High School. There was a big fad at school that year with these light blue very lightweight windbreakers. Boozer was the first guy I saw with one of those and I liked it. I think that’s how I met him, by asking him where he got the cool windbreaker.
Shortly after that I started seeing him in the lineup on the south side of the pier and realized that he was a pretty good surfer. He really started to excel and become a serious competitor on the West Coast contest circuit about the time we were seniors in 1965. He won a big contest at Redondo Beach that spring called the “Laguna Masters.” It was put on by Laguna Swimwear.
John won the men’s division and took home a motorcycle. I won the juniors, as I was still 17, and got a color TV. I remember that it was Mother’s Day, which I had forgotten. I went home and gave my mom the T.V. Phew.
John did very well for a few years on the competition trail and eventually became a main guy in the Robert August Surfboards factory. Great guy and good pal. The next guy I wanna mention is Tommy Leonardo. Tom was known not really affectionately as the “Top Mouth on the Coast,” for many years. He held that title until Chuck Dent came along in the later 60’s. Tommy could really spew out a running stream of verbiage when he got on a roll. Sometimes he was funny, but mostly it was some sort of rage he was feeling toward somebody.
We were friends until he went to Hawaii one year. After that, and I never learned why, he seemed to have something against me. He went over before me and when I got there people told me he had said a lot of bad things about me. None the less I always respected his surfing skills. I still remember one day I paddled out down by Tower 5 and saw Tom on one wave totally in the barrel doing a “cheater 5” all the way across the face. On the next wave, there was Boozer doing exactly the same thing and I was thinking that these guys were really good surfers.
Tom and I were not pals, but he was one of the best goofy footers around in the early to mid-sixties. Lastly, there was Robert Kooken. I loved this guy because he was totally different surfing wise than what was popular at the time and he could have cared less. In a period when the popular direction was soulful style and grace, Robert Kooken wore polka-dotted surf trunks and totally attacked waves with an array of arm-waving, radical turns and spinners and all sorts of acrobatic-looking moves that made him look more like a circus performer than a surfer.
But in the midst of all that, he was really doing some great surfing. I would hear guys berate him for his wild style and I would always ask, “but is he a great surfer or not?” Everyone would always have to say, “Well yeah, he is really good.” He won a couple of events and was at the top of the competition scene here on the West Coast for a number of years.
I enjoyed watching Kooken surf, he was very entertaining. And he was an extremely fun dude to hang out with. One of the real rare “individuals” who have come along who just rode on pure stoke.
Yeah, I know there are a lot more. But these three guys had a big mark on surfing here in Orange County and they are gone now. I just wanted to remember them a little – they deserve it. And that kiddies is today's Blast from the Past.
by Joel Saltzman
As it's Corky and Mike's names on many of these products, we've gone out of our way looking for surf products that are top quality, innovative, and stuff we would actually use ourselves. Recently, we became dealers for several awesome companies that manufacture stuff that makes life much easier for dawn patrollers.
For starters, we found an amazing dry bag at the Boardroom show that is super light, super strong and watertight. It doubles as a backpack and has options to close it. I was so impressed with this product and the Dry Rack this company offered that we became dealers the next week. Here are three products we just picked up and have in our store.
The waterproof backpack needs no explanation. The Dry rack is designed to hang from your sideview mirror to dry your wetsuits. There is also an $8.99 suction cup hook option that enable this product to be mounted nearly anywhere. Finally, the Rinse Pod is the new generation of an older product. It's much smaller, lighter and better pressurized than it's predecessor. Unfortunately, these days if you are lucky enough to find a beach shower that works, the water pressure often resembles that of a drinking fountain.
One of the products that I am really excited to test next week is the Rib Rocket. As I wear a 3/2mm wetsuit of thicker all year, my trips to the tropics are the only time that I get to surf in boardshorts only. While I love this, my rib cage is not used to direct contact with my surfboard. I don't mind a little was rash but rib pain sucks, especially when you have to paddle 300-500+ yards to get back out after each wave. Here is what I am hoping is the solution for this problem.
Ironically, Corky knew the owner of this company and had helped launch this company's initial model years ago. They have since come out with a far better product and several variations.
We also have some really cool new hats, t-shirts and other neat stuff. Please have a look!
by Corky Carroll
I love writing this column as it gives me the chance to wander all over the map on subjects that relate to fun, surfing, music and a lifestyle that has been great to me for a very long time. The one part that I never look forward too, however, is when it comes time to write about the death of a fellow surfer and friend. This time it is unfortunately one of the greatest surfers to ever set foot in the ocean and one of my lifetime best friends, Mike Doyle. I have written about him before, and recently for that matter. He had been in a losing battle with ALS and many in the surfing world have been paying tribute to him over these past months, knowing the final wave was at hand. Even though it was expected, and for the best as his last months were very hard on both him and his wonderful wife Annie, it still came as very hard and sad news when he passed recently after just turning 78. Today I would just like to lay down a few words about Mike and a couple of memories that I can share with you.
As I mentioned, Mike Doyle was among the all-time greatest surfers. Current surfing history does not give him due credit, a sore spot with me. During the 1960’s Mike was one of, if not the very best, big wave riders on the planet. When most people were going straight, and riding for their lives, he stood out for taking off deeper and actually surfing giant waves as if they were fun surf. It wasn’t until Laird Hamilton came along that another surfer separated himself from the pack in the same fashion. Doyle also won many events in small surf and was a total all around surfer and waterman. He won paddleboard races, lifeguard events, was an innovator in both surfing and lifeguard equipment and was the guy who developed the original “mono ski,” which would evolve into the “snowboard.” The dude could do it all. They called him “Iron Mike” in lifeguard circles as he was one of what they term “Iron men.” A guy who can do it all.
As a person Mike was a very good guy, honest and a straight shooter. You could trust him. He had a fantastic sense of humor and could always see the funny side of things, a trait that I have always found appealing in people. He was fun to be around. He could get moody though, kind of had that high/low thing at times. We hung out together a lot when I was a kid and it was him, along with Mickey Munoz, who kinda helped teach me when to keep my mouth shut. That was not always easy for me as I was pretty much a loud-mouthed punk most of the time. In my defense, I thought I was being funny. Those two were my mentors through my teen years.
Mike was good with the chicks, a total ladies’ man for as long as I have known him. He was a good-looking dude but was always self-conscious that he had a big nose, which he did. But it suited him. He was nicknamed “Tiki Mike,” because he would paint these big tikis on the bottom of his boards. He was also an amazing artist, a whole story in itself. The nose thing kinda gave him that “tiki god” sort of look. He was also famous for the Mike Doyle “nose tweek,” from the early surfing movies. Somewhere along the line he had a nose job to give him a more “perfect” one. He claimed that his board had hit him in the face and that this was the result of the accident. None of us bought it. He was a proud man. Yeah, he looked great with the new nose, but he was fine before it too. Chicks always dug him.
I have so many great memories of times we spent together that it would be hard to just lay down one or two. We went to the contests together, went to Hawaii together, he took me to Mexico for the first time and all the way there we shouted “Mexicooooooo” at the top of our lungs and then couldn’t talk for two days while we were there, we skied together and he turned me onto the “mono ski” while we both were living in Sun Valley, Idaho, he help ease me into the Stand Up Paddleboard (along with Munoz and Gerry Lopez) and he was always supportive and a good friend. He also could always make me laugh. I respected him on so many levels.
The surfing world lost one of its best in Mike Doyle. RIP mi amigo.
by Corky Carrroll
There was a time when going to see a surf movie was an “event.” They were filmed in 16mm and pieced together by the guy who was making them. Then he would rent a high school auditorium, or some other sort of hall, stick up a screen and a projector, sell tickets and show up with a home tape recorder with a boot legged soundtrack that he put together and a microphone to personally narrate the movie himself. Everybody would show up and it was as much a social evening as it was to see the movie. I loved going to the surf movies. The next day I would always be out in the water early to see if I could practice some of the moves that I had seen the guys that were in the movie do. The Dewey Weber cutback, the Phil Edwards head bobble, the Mike Doyle nose tweak, the Mickey Munoz “el mysterioso,” the Mickey Dora nose-wiggle, on and on. For some strange reason it seemed like every following morning after a surf movie the surf would be horrible, I have no idea why this was, but it just was.
I will never forget my first surf movie. 1958, the movie was SURF SAFARI by John Severson. The DeCheverous brothers mom, Ruth, packed us up in her station wagon and drove us to Hollywood where the film was playing in a tiny art theater, I think it was the Encore. I was in surf gremmie heaven. The highlight of the movie, and something that has stuck with me since then, was when the big wave sequence came on. John’s narration went like, “On December 15th the biggest swell to hit the Hawaiian Islands in over 50 years came marching out of the North Pacific….. and only a handful were there to meet the challenge.” At that moment the theme to Peter Gunn by Henry Mancini came blaring out of the loudspeakers at mock volume and these guys were taking off on waves so big that I was scared just watching from the safety of my seat. Freaking epic stuff, breathtaking.
The golden years of surf movies lasted until the early 1970’s, pretty much the same as the golden years of California surfing. There were some classics over that time span. Severson came back after Surf Safari the next year with “Surf Fever.” He put together what he had thought was going to be a program to go along with the movie, which actually became the first issue of SURFER magazine. Of course, SURFER became the bible of surfing and is still on the stands today, even though John is riding waves with the angels. His next release was titled “Big Wednesday,” and became the title idea for the big Hollywood version staring John Michael Vincent, Gary Busy and Billy Katt. His last, and best, surf film was “Pacific Vibrations,” which ran into a snag over the use of the song “Wooden Ships,” by Crosby, Stills and Nash. The era of bootleg soundtracks was over. It was one of the best surf movies ever though.
There were also some really fun releases from Grant Rohloff, Dale Davis, Greg Noll, Gordie, Hal Jepson, Jamie Budge and Walt Philips. Probably the best known were Severson, Bruce Brown, Bud Brown and later Greg MacGillivray and Jim Freeman (MacGillivray/Freeman Films.).
Bruce Brown hit the big time with his epic “Endless Summer.” The most well-known and successful of the lot. Bud Brown had better footage than Bruce, but Bruce could steal a crowd with his amazingly smooth narration. It wasn’t until Bud’s last film in the early 1970’s, “Going Surfing,” that he got some really good people to narrate. I think most surfers of that era would agree though that the greatest surf film ever made, just for sheer being GOOD, would be the Laguna Beach based MacGillivray/Freeman classic “Five Summer Stories.” This included the historic original soundtrack done by the HONK band as well as it was the first time that the surfers in the film actually got paid. We were all in shock, happy shock though. Greg MacGillivray has gone on to win numerous awards and acclaim for his Imax releases including “Everest” and “The Living Sea.” Go to MacGillivrayFreeman.com to see the long list of hits.
Yes, there were some really good films to come after this, and I probably should do a story on the “second phase” soon. But the fact is that there was nothing really like going to Newport Harbor High School or Laguna High School or Pier Ave or the Santa Monica Civic to see the latest surf film. If you survived the bottle cap flipping it was always a great night.
by Corky Carroll
I just got a message telling me that Pacific City, in Huntington Beach, is holding a celebration in honor of Harbour Surfboards 60th anniversary in business. It runs now through May 5th and includes exhibitions, surf films and all kinds of fun stuff. I was thinking that this is pretty cool and it jarred loose some great memories that I have from when Richard Harbour first started making boards in Seal Beach.
Like most surfboard shapers Rich started out knocking out garage boards, but it didn’t take long to see that he had a talent for it and, as surfing was just about to blossom into a full-fledged national fad, he was in the right place at the right time. Gidget had just hit the screen and Frankie and Annette, the former Mousekateer with boobs, were soon to follow. With the support of his mom he was able to open up his business in a very nice little shop right across from the Bay Theater on Main Street.
Sometime around 1961 Rich offered to sponsor me with free boards. The best deals I had before that were “free color” from OLE and “free color and all the stringers I wanted” from SURFBOARDS BY THE CROW. Getting a real sponsor and free boards was a huge step in my surfing career. Rich and I became pals and it was on a beautiful glassy summer afternoon that he took me to Cotton’s Point, a surf spot at the south end of San Clemente, for my first time. This was the beginning of a long love affair I had with that spot. He also started taking me to surf contests up and down the coast along with two other local up and coming surf kids, Danny Lenahan and Eddie Bonham.
In 1962 he made me a magical board that had a beautiful purple and white color job on it. Rich was not only a great shaper, but he also did incredible fiberglassing and color work, one of those guys who could do the whole board himself. I got a cool looking pair of surf trunks custom made from Nancy and Walter Katin that were white with stripes down the side, matched up perfectly with my new board. If nothing else, I looked dam good coming down the beach. In August of that year Rich took me to the San Clemente Surf Capades, the first contest on my new board. It was my very first contest win. Up until then I had never even made it out of a preliminary heat. This was a real life changer and what gave me the confidence to decide that somehow, someway, I was going to become a top surfer and was going to make my living that way. I was so proud of winning that trophy that I had Rich drop me off at the end of our street so I could show it off to all the neighbors on the way home. One of them, Jerry Motes, told me to not let it go to my head. Obviously I didn’t listen to those words of advice. Also, the first time I had my picture in SURFER magazine was in a HARBOUR SURFBOARDS ad, along with Rich Chew. My time with Rich was instrumental in planting the seeds to my life as a surfer, which is thankfully still going.
As time went on I would move down to the south end of the county and went to work for HOBIE in Dana Point. Rich and I have remained friends for all of these years and I always have thought of him as my “Uncle Harbie,” as he was more like an uncle or family member to me than simply a guy who made my surfboards. I have always respected his craftsmanship and the fact that he has been able to survive in the surfboard business all these years. This is a HUGE accomplishment; it is not an easy business. Most board builders have clothing lines and huge chain stores to get by. He is still in that same shop on Main Street in Seal Beach and still making excellent surfboards, no big hype, no additives or glamor ad campaigns. Just a quality product and the love of making them and being a surfer. Happy 60th Uncle Harbie, you rock.
by Corky Carroll
I woke up this morning, as I do most mornings, looking straight at the wall on the right side of my bed. Being a side sleeper and in the habit of laying on my left side I wake up facing that same wall each morning. On that wall is my copy of Rick Griffins famous “Flying Eyeball” poster for a Jimi Hendrix, John Mayall and Albert King concert from 1968. As I was laying there this morning debating with myself the merits of getting up, or just going back to sleep, I guess I was kind of subliminally looking at the poster and the idea popped into my semi functional little mind to write about my old pal Rick Griffin for todays trek down the wordily wonderland that is my column.
Some history: Rick was a surfer/artist that grew up in the South
Bay in 1950’s. He started out doing cartoon art for Greg Noll Surfboards and then became well known when John Severson hired him to do his infamous “Murphy” cartoons for SURFER MAGAZINE in 1961. This was followed by the Griffin-Stoner cartoon strips depicting adventures of himself and photographer Ron Stoner. In the later 1960’s Rick and his wife Ida moved to San Francisco where he would become world famous for his psychedelic concert posters, Grateful Dead album covers and even designing the script artwork for the masthead of ROLLING STONE magazine. In 1969 he moved back to San Clemente and did more work with John Severson, including the poster for his great surf movie “Pacific Vibrations.” He also worked with Greg MacGillivray and Jim Freeman on their classic film, “Five Summer Stories.” These were two of the greatest surf movies ever made. Rick would continue to do work on surf projects, album covers, posters, Christian art and paintings. He did the only surfing comic book ever, “Tales from the Tube,” and worked for the Christian based Maranatha Music. One of his great works was his visual telling of “The Gospel of John.” In 1991 he was killed riding his motorcycle without a helmet in Santa Rosa, he was only 47 years old.
I first met Rick when he was originally working for SURFER doing the Murphy and Griffin-Stoner cartoons. I was also pals with Ron Stoner at time. We became good friends and when he moved back to San Clemente my first wife Cheryl and I would often trade baby sitting with he and Ida. When I was first starting out in music Rick did the cover for my first “single” release, “Skateboard Bill,” and also introduced me to the legendary musician Chris Darrow. Chris was big time, having played with Linda Ronstadt, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, the Kaleidoscope as well as a solid solo career. He had just moved to San Clemente and we immediately became lifetime music and surf partners as well as friends. Rick also did a number of album covers for Chris. At one time we put together a make shift, yet actually dam good, surf band to play at one of Rick’s art shows at Chapman College. Some of my favorite times were hanging out with both Chris and Rick and our families at San Onofre Surf Beach having afternoon surf sessions and barbeques on the beach. The Paskowitz family was always there as well as Tubesteak Tracey and his tribe. Chris had a grapefruit tree in his front yard at the time and from these became the beginning of my love for tequila and grapefruit drinks, eventually leading to the now famous and extremely delightful “Corkarita.” It’s a zillion of these little things that you remember that seem to make up a life.
Rick eventually moved up to Petaluma and Chris moved back to his original home in Claremont. I didn’t see Rick again before he died, but Chris and I have continued to make music together, the latest being my recent album for Darla Records, “Blue Mango”, which also features Orange County musicians Matt Magiera, Richard Stekol, Doug Miller, Matt Marshall and Brad Fiedel.
So I wake up each day looking straight at Rick’s famous poster. Most of the time I really don’t think that much about it. But today, thankfully, it lit up my fading memory “find” button and this is what popped out the “retrieve your memory” slot.
by Corky Carroll
With all the talk about the new wave pools that produce perfect waves all day long, all the new surf destinations around the world that are reported to be incredible and all the videos available showing people getting insane rides on insane waves over and over I thought I would touch on the other side of the coin. Surfing really bad waves. This is something that people don’t really talk about much yet is a pretty interesting subject.
There is a saying in surfing that goes, “if you can ride really bad waves then you can ride anything.” And it’s true.
Let me regress to when I was a little kid and first learning how to surf. I lived in Surfside colony, just south of Seal Beach. Surfside, at that time, actually had some decent surf. But, as is the case in that area, the wind would get on it early every day and it would get what we would call “blown to smithereens.” Or full on “Victory at Sea,” (reference to a television series with that name that showed massive wind-blown seas in the credits.). So, surfing in the afternoons was marginal at best. But for an over energized surf stoked gremmie like me it really didn’t matter. I would go out in anything. I would try to convince my pals that it was worth going out, but they rarely would go for it. I probably spent 80% of my surfing time in horrible conditions, but learned how to figure out how to deal with gnarly twisted thumpers with little or no shape. The upside was that when I got in good surf it was like pullin’ onto the freeway in a 911 Porsche.
The most perfect example of this would be eleven-time World Champ Kelly Slater. Kelly grew up surfing at Cocoa Beach, Florida. Another place that can have good waves but usually doesn’t. When he and his brothers where young I used to watch them surf horrible wind-blown chop and look really good doing it. I knew that one day this kid was gonna be something very special because he would stay out all day in waves nobody else even considered “surfable.” The knowledge and skills learned from dealing with crud surf came in very handy when he got on the World Championship Tour and had to deal with different conditions all over the globe.
Another guy who rose to the top and had the foundation of surfing sub-par conditions is Tommy Curren. Now, in his case, it was a bit different. He grew up in Santa Barbara and had the luxury of surfing spots like Rincon and other perfect point breaks in that area. But what people don’t realize is those places are not good all the time, especially in summer. Tom would wind up surfing tiny nothing waves at places like Carpinteria. I was out with him and Al Merrick one day when he was maybe 12 or 13. Al and I sat there talking for about an hour and no waves came in at all during that time. Of course Tommy had been surfing the entire hour, shredding these ripples that barely could be called almost one foot. Totally amazed me. Same deal as Kelly, he grows up and becomes a multi time World Champ. This stuff is what makes for a solid foundation to your surfing skills.
Riding bad waves is hard and it takes a long time to figure it out. But if you do and take the time to really understand chop and ledges and side bump and all the other aqua obstacles then you not only will be a better surfer, but you will enjoy surfing on days when nobody else wants to go out. Everybody talks about the crowds these days; it’s really packed out there. You can beat that by picking a nice blown out peak somewhere down the beach in the middle of the afternoon and have it all to yourself. Bad waves can be a good thing, if you are willing to put the time into embracing their nasty goodness.
by Corky Carroll
I just received my copy of the new book from Joe Dunn titled “Lifestyle Retail, the Hobie Surf Shop Story.” I had been eager to see this one as I spent many years working at, around, and with the Hobie Surf Shop in Dana Point, in one form or another. I was shop boy, salesman, manager and also ran the Hobie Surf Team out of there. This was all back in the 1960’s. Wonderful place to be at that time and surrounded by all sorts of classic and cool people.
This is a great read, it unravels the stories of a number of totally classic people who are all part of the story of how the Hobie Surf Shop came to be, what it was and many of the great stories that came from a very pioneering generation of surfers from the Orange County area. A lot of it tells about the involvement of Dick Metz. “Dicka doo doo,” as he is called by his friends, of which I am very happy to consider myself one of. Dick's dad had a café in Laguna Beach and from hanging out there and on the beaches he became pals with the infamous Brennen “Hevs” McClellend and George “Peanuts” Larson. These are two of the most colorful dudes in the history of surfing. From his friendship with them he got into surfing and met the likes of Hobie Alter, Rennie Yater and Gordon “Grubby” Clark. More surfing royalty. After college Metz took off and traveled all through Africa, hitchhiking a lot of the time. His journals have tons of great photos of him hanging out with packs of bare breasted native babes. When I was younger I thought that stuff was pretty cool. But as I have grown older and more mature I have to admit that now I think that stuff is REALLY cool.
When Dick got back to California Hobie Alter convinced him to move to Honolulu and open the first “away from home” Hobie shop. 1475 Kapiolani Blvd. I spend some happy times in there during my first summer in Hawaii, swept up after closing sometimes and met a few fun girls, it seemed a lot of them tended to swarm around Dick a doo doo so it turned out to be a kinda extra benefit to being the sweeper. From his travels in Africa it was actually Dick that tipped off Bruce Brown to the “perfect wave” at Cape Saint Francis, which became the focal point of his epic surf film, the “Endless Summer.”
Metz was also a big part, along with Hobie and Grubby Clark, of the early experimentation in foam surfboard blanks that changed surfing dramatically in the late 1950’s. He is one of those dudes that the public is not very aware of that has actually had his hand in all kinds of the history and growth of surfing, especially with the Hobie Company. He and Hevs McClellend also owned and ran a liquor store on Pacific Coast Highway in Laguna Beach. I guess if you are gonna like to party a lot then it’s a good idea to own a liquor store, I thought Metz was pretty clever in that way. Like to surf and party, own a surf shop and a liquor store. Perfect.
The Hobie shop was a fixture on Coast Highway in Dana Point, all kinds of interesting characters working there at one time or another. Butch Van Artsdalen was once the repair guy out back, along with Gaylord Vermillea. One of my favorite guys was Jim Gilloon. Jim was the shop manager when I first worked there as a shop rat. He later took over as General Manager of the Hobie Surfboards company. Jim was a good surfer and fun to work for, pretty easy on a sassy little surf punk who more often deserved a slap in the face instead of a pat on the back.
The shop evolved over the years from a hard-core surf hut into a smoothly functioning retail store. Both Hobie and Dick became very involved in the Hobie Catamarans and sailing became a big part of the whole picture for both of them. More Hobie stores opened and it became the business of selling the lifestyle that guys like Dick Metz, Hobie Alter, Grubby, Hevs, Gilloon, Munoz, Phil Edwards, Terry Martin, Bosco Burns, the Patterson Brothers and so many more contributed to. The tradition continues. You really should get a copy of the book; I know it’s available through the Hobie Surf Shops.
by Joel Saltzman
Recently. we had a Blue Mango Surf Designers meeting with Corky, Mike and our Master BMS shaper, Jose. Our goal was to have both Corky and Mike create their two favorite shapes. As a bonus, They even co-designed one magic board and each signed it. Thus, the Legends of Surfing Signature Series Co-Design was born. We will be unveiling this board, along with several other of Corky and Mike's favs at this years Boardroom International Surfboard Shapers Expo May 4 and 5th at the Del Mar, CA. Fairgrounds.
We will also be playing Corky's Blue Mango CD both days along with his older material. Darla Records, Corky's Music Publisher, has graciously provided us with a dozen of Corky's latest "Blue Mango" CD's we plan to raffle off with lots of other cool t-shirts and surf gear. If you're in the San Diego area, this is a really cool annual event that draws the best shapers from all over the world.
by Joel Saltzman
The only thing related to surfing about this post is that I was able to buy a new surfboard with what I saved by dumping CVS as my local pharmacy.
Anyone out there who pays for their medication will love this story. Until my last week experience, I was under the impression that it was the drug manufacturers that were 100% guilty of why the US healthcare system had failed us. Apparently, your local pharmacy is also guilty of this ripoff and here is why...
My previous insurance plan covered 100% co-payment costs so I was totally oblivious to what my actual monthly medication costs were. My local CVS pharmacy informed me that without my insurance information, my Plavix generic prescription alone would now cost me $139 and the other two meds would raise my total costs to almost $300 per month.
I've been a Costco member for decades but never had a thought of using their pharmacy in the past. I remember reading somewhere that Costco's pharmacy did not require being a member. I remember hearing that their med pricing was half of the retail pharmacies.
Knowing this, I was still blown away when I called Costco's pharmacy to price check this. I had to ask twice to make sure the pricing he was giving me did not require any insurance. The generic that CVS asked $139 was only $11 at Costco, for the same exact thing!. In fact, all three of my prescriptions cost $43 to fill per month, not $300. I loved Costco before but really love the fact that they are doing something to combat big pharma. With what I just saved you, why not buy a BlueMango surfboard or a couple of T-Shirts?.
My local CVS might see me drive buy but I will never buy anything from them after this.