WHY I LOVE BARTON LYNCH, AND YOU CAN TOO!

I met Barton Lynch in early 1984. We were both staying at Mark Foo’s Home for Incurables, across from Waimea Bay. Barton, as I recall, was chaperoning a prepubescent Nicky Wood, who was already charging and shredding and acting mysterious, but went face-first into the reef at some point and flew home with his head wrapped…