 Five
years back I lost one of my best old surfing buddies, his name
was Jim Sternadel, we nick named him "Box" when we
were teenagers. We lost touch over the years and one day he
shows up at my door. He quit surfing and played softball all
the time in adult leagues sat around drank beer watching the
Dodgers. Jim was a sharp guy, he ran the billing department
of Technicolor and was responsible for collecting billions of
dollars a year from movie makers. I was still boogie boarding
at the time and got him back into surfing. He quickly regained
his style of old, refined over the years from riding 10' Webers
to 7' Yater Pocket Rockets. I taught him how to make his own
surfboards. I got him blanks from Clark. He quickly got up to
speed with the process, His wife Tish turning out to be a great
glosser, each board came out better than the last. |
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 We
went nuts for like 10 years camping and surfing with our famlies
up and down the coast, mexico the whole works. The wives got
tired of it so off we went solo with the kids till they were
sick of it. It got down just the old gang and a few new comers.
I can't tell you how much this guy meant to me, He dragged me
along even when I had open foot wounds that would not heal and
coudn't go in the water anymore.
Wish you all could have seen me teaching Sternadel how to make
surfboards around 94'. With the coke bottle glasses that guy
had to be 1/2 blind from foam n beer. Chicken butt wavy rails,
crazy rockers, fin boxes through the deck, fin placements that
would make you howl. 12' Duke model suitable for 3 people, Wild
thin speed models named after long lost surf buddys Storm who
passed away in Guam and Jim Mertel who died way to young in
Hawaii from Stapth, He loved every minute of it. At least the
labels were perfect! Finally Russ Fass stepped in and carved
some beauties until they had a falling out hehehe. Jim was the
better for it though, learned a thing or two from the old boy.
All in all it didn't matter. Box could surf an ironing board.
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 Upon
returning from a surf trip to Santa Cruz he had pain in his
side and was having trouble breathing, he went to the hospital
in Ventura. He had fluid build up in the lungs, they drained
it told him to visit his doc. He visited his doc who confirmed
he had cancer of the lung wall. Jim was a fighter, quit the
beer and continued to surf during chemo. Bravest strongest man
I ever met. He was and is my Hero. Too weak to surf he'd come
pick me up we'd just go look at waves... mindsurfing. Surfers
from far and wide came to Leo Carrillo and spread his ashes
at the offshore rock there, his surfing favorite spot. I learned
a lot from Jim about people and life. I miss him dearly. |
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You wouldn't have
believed watching Jim struggle to get his suit on, lug the 10
footer over the hobson seawall, paddle out, wait for over an
hour getting his breath positioning for the best wave of the
set. Snagging it, riding ever so gracefull then casually stepping
off onto the sand. Mission accomplished even after multipule
rounds of chemo therapy. Had to hide my tears. I sure miss that
sonofagun had real class. |
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Your’re right.
Jim was the best friend I ever met. I worked with him at Technicolor
for many years. He got me out on a board after over 20 years
hiatus.
My two daughters and I would go on camping trips with his kids
and they learned to surf on this home made boards. He was the
most straight up guys I have every met. We miss the dude.
jp gagnon
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Revised
06/19/2008
My Hero 'Mr Box" |
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