If you’re reading this right now, there’s a good chance you bought or perused surfing-related print magazines at one point or another in your lifetime.

For me, the arrival of a magazine in the mail each month (or less frequently in the case of my favorite publication, The Surfer’s Journal), means an escape from whatever reality I’m facing. Bad day at work? Staring at photos of far-flung perfection and reading about the adventures for a few hours can at least dull the frustration.

Stephen Hadley is a longtime surfer who lives and works in Galveston. If you have an idea for this column, email him at stephendhadley@gmail.com.

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