I grew up surfing in the late-90s early-00s, and we’d always paddle in to go to the same place for lunch. They had a jukebox and we always put on Yellow Submarine simply because one time flicking through someone thought it sounded funny, and turns out the song’s a bit of a joke. The owner hated the ritual, but he knew we’d put on Stairway To Heaven next and leave.

We chose Stairway To Heaven as loosely as we did Yellow Submarine. Never heard it before, but we had heard of it. Those two songs covered scoffing down lunch and then we’d paddle back out for the afternoon session.

This occured for years until we grew up and left town pursuing adult things as newly born adults now out of highschool.

The owner was a great guy. Told us as much as he hates Yellow Submarine, he was going to miss us as much as he loved Stairway To Heaven (along those lines anyway). We never learned each other’s names, but he always gave us shit when we walked in and told us to enjoy our surf when we left. Those two songs and that jukebox remind me of him all these years later and I’m sure they remind him of us punk ass surfer brats.