The surf shack's been around as long as I remember. Surfers stay for the summer, trade in their boards when vacation ends. Crazy Cody will give anyone a good deal on a used board and a sex wax change. When you return in June you spot some young kid on your old board in search of the perfect wave. Same beach, same board, different kid, same shack, same never ending summer, captured by Westmoreland's brush, reproduced on metal, ready to hang in your den.
