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had the misfortune of living in one of the flattest places in the country.

Since there were no skate shops or parks around my part of the woods in the late 70s, my friend and I gleaned every bit of information we could from the latest edition of Skateboarder magazine. That enabled us to mail order decent boards, trucks, and wheels from California.

We got chased from many an empty pool...once at gunpoint. Lucky we survived without any broken limbs, or being shot.

I could do some basic freestyle, but the moves that the elite skaters went on to create and perfect were simply unimaginable to me back then.