JERRY BUJAKOWSKI OF INDIA: TENDER FEET, BRASS BALLS

Forty-something years ago, after dinner, sitting around waiting for Laugh-In and puberty to begin, I paged through a back issue of SURFER and landed on Drew Kampion’s gimlet-eyed coverage of the 1968 World Surfing Championships. I didn’t know it was gimlet-eyed at the moment, of course. I was nine. I looked at the surf pix. And after I…