Back in the days when all our boards were way too narrow and thin, and with all that silly rocker, there was a board that lived in our living room. It was one of those deep swallow tail downrailer 70’s era single fins. It was light blue and though it did have a few dings, some quite large, they had all been very properly fixed. It was called the nectar. It just sat over in the corner, wedged between some houseplants and a bookshelf full of old books that nobody ever read. Nobody ever rode that board either. Never. No readin’, no ridin’, no nuthin’.