25/08/2024
No tribute could have been more appropriate ...
Saturday was a tough day and not just for me.
An awful lot of people felt the same way.
The 62nd annual East Coast Surfing Championships were briefly put on hold at noon so that a few folks could say things about one of their own.
Paul West basically was Mr. ECSC and served for more than three decades as the event’s surfing director.
He was much more, of course - having served at the top of several other surfing organizations around the country and world.
West passed away last October, leaving behind a wife and two kids. To see pictures of the four of them together always made me smile - he’d never seemed happier.
If there was one thing you could pin on West was his love for and desire to help kids.
I’ve lost count of the times I witnessed him stop whatever he was doing to pay attention to a youngster. I knew there were a hundred times more that I missed.
Hundreds, no, maybe thousands, of children have had their picture taken with the barrel-chested West - the guy with arguably the biggest, most welcoming smile you’ve ever seen.
As a newbie journalist, it was West who took the time to teach me the ropes of the sport - how it’s judged and what surfers look for during a heat - and show me where the pizza and sodas were.
Questions about professional winners from other countries? Forget asking someone else. West seemingly knew everything I needed to share with readers.
On Saturday, several of his longtime friends gave short speeches on the beach before a crew about 100 strong jumped on their boards and paddled out with flowers, formed a circle and honored a man they thought the world of.
I was lucky enough to watch from a boat on the outside of the circle, getting a few pictures I never would have gotten any other way.
Like many, I was lucky enough to be a close friend of West, forming a slow bond over the years.
I was also extremely lucky to be inducted into the ECSC Legend’s Hall of Fame with him during the 50th anniversary of the event.
We all knew he was watching us Saturday.
Like many, I could feel his presence. A hometown boy and First Colonial graduate, the ECSC was HIS week.
And like many, I swore to not let my emotions show on the boat or back at the dock.
The ride back to Carolina was different, though, as tear after tear rode with me.
Saturday was just one of those days.
And like West, it won’t be forgotten.