Los Peterson

After an entire morning of YW church meetings Saturday, Gunnar was ready for some milk and major nap. I was ready for a sandwich and a major nap. And Chris was ready for some - skateboarding? Yep, skateboarding.





There's a skatepark not too far from our apt. It's a pretty good one. It has a nice half pipe and lots of other cool thingys to do tricks on that I'm not cool enough to know the names for.



Chris has been skateboarding since he was a little kid and even skated the same parks with famed Tony Hawk (there's a name drop for you). He's good - but he hadn't been on a halfpipe in almost 2 years! So, I think he was a tad bit nervous at first.





After warming up he got right back into the swing of things and even dropped into the halfpipe a couple of times. He did fall once and bruised his wrists up pretty bad but not as bad as Halloween last year when he fell on his stilts as witch-man.

Gunnar, on the other hand - loved it. Chris hopes to have him up on a board in the next couple years. I hope to have every part of his body padded and helmuted beforehand.






We had a great time.

But . . .
As we were walking home we ran into an old man I sometimes see in the grocery store. He's a nice guy but of the elderly sort that likes to yell at shoppers in the dairy aisle about the dangers of cheddar cheese.

When he saw Chris walking along with 2 skateboards he immediately went into a rant about how he should wear a helmut (which he does) and how 2 kids just died skateboarding on Riverside Drive last year. Followed by something along the lines of, "you punk kids are gonna kill yourselves on those dang skateboards!"

A woman who saw the exchange took one look at Chris and began laughing hysterically. Probably because she realized that he was 35 and not a 'punk kid'.



"I guess you're never too old to be scolded!" she said. I think Chris was secretly thrilled that someone confused him for being subversive. He doesn't get that as much these days as an obispo.