My story post 14

Moving to Ventura was the big turning point in my life with surfing. The way it came about was no doing of my own really. I still remember the day my mom asked me if I’d like to move there.

It was the fall of 1966, and my first semester at college… I was struggling with school and personal stuff. For some reason my mom thought maybe I’d do better if I was away from home, that there were too many distractions in and around home for me.

My older sister had done a year at Ventura College so my mom was familiar with the town and the school to some degree. The college was an hour away from home so not to far away but far enough that it would be necessary to live in Ventura while going to school.

Without me knowing it was something my parents were considering for me my mom had gone on a couple trips to the school for my enrollment and checking out housing. After she had made a few arrangements and had tentative plans we had a little talk.

The talk went something like... ‘I know Dennis that you are having a rough time adjusting to college life and it seems you aren’t really happy, maybe a bit disoriented. So your dad and I have been thinking maybe it would be good for you to go away to school. Maybe that would help you be more focused.’ I’m thinking ‘OK.. so? Then she says…’ how would you like to go to Ventura College, you know where Linda went? Move to Ventura and go to school there?’ My answer was an immediate yes.

So January 1967 I had a room at a house in the corner of San Nicolas and McMillan streets in Ventura. About 2 and a half miles from Ventura college and half a mile from Ventura point. At first I was a little lonely, but after a couple weeks I was on track. Being there helped with school, I mean I did better but, it really helped with my surfing.

D.R.