I'm sure you all heard that Sandra-Dee, one time Gidget, one time crazed sixties sexpot, one time heroine dealer is now deceased.
My first reaction (and the title of the post) was, "Who will learn to surf now?" If you knew this kind, gentle drug-dealer-cum-pimp, you'd know that the thing she loved most was learning to surf. Even in her sixties, most weekends would be spent finding a handsome young beach bum, and ask him to teach her to ride the waves. He would, and then she'd give him the chemical cocktail of his choice for payment. Everyone was happy, and the beach was fun again.
But now, alas, young-at-heart Sandra is dead. Late. Elle est morte. So, I ask you, amphetamine-packing grandmas of the world, I ask you to seek out the beaches, learn to surf, day-in day-out. It's the best way we could remember this sweet lady, it's the only way the beach will come alive, once again!
