SAM HAWK HAD THE ANGELS SINGING AND THE DEVIL LAUGHING

Give me the DNA know-how and a pair of med students in snappy white lab coats, and I would love to take a crack at building the perfect early-’70s surfer. I would call him . . . Sam Hawk. Because that is the best surfer name ever. Now toss over a petri dish and a gene splicer let’s get to…