I'd been carrying a dog-eared Surfer's Journal around purchased from the excellent Pilgrim Surf Supply in Williamsburg. I like to sustain the journal and this one was stashed in my backpack through a costa rica jaunt (pics to follow). Having pored over it for a good two hours in Houston Airport I concluded I'd read every word, when in delight I discovered a whole missed spread... including one of my poems, Killala. Stoked!