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Hi, my name's Frank Still,
a.k.a. "OldKook." I did a lot of skateboarding in the 1970s. I garnered the
name "Kook" from my (so-called... hahaha) friends back then. If you're a surfer
or a skateboarder, you know that the label "kook" has been applied for years to
newbies, dorks, wanna-be's, etc... especially to those with little style and
even less etiquette. Anyway, I don't know if I was really *that* bad, but I
always have been a little goofy ;-)
So I picked up
skateboarding again in 2004, at age 41. I quickly remembered the joys of
slamming into concrete, although it sure seemed to hurt worse than it did when
I was 13. Realizing my age a bit, I gave myself the name "OldKook" while paying
homage to my past. So, that's where the name comes from.
During this skateboarding
"renaissance," another thing I remembered was the same annoying problem I had
as a kid: broken shoelaces. In the late 70s, a new style of falling came into
play, following the required use of knee pads at the skateparks. Basically, you
would jump off your board and slide down the walls on your knees, with your
toes pointed back toward your head and your shoelaces being friction-ground to
a pulp on the concrete beneath. So, as I did in the 70s and continued to do in
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