These 1947 photographs were sent in by a reader who is trying to find information on the man in this tandem surf team.
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Could it possibly be Lex Brodie? If I work at it, I can see a resemblance and the timing would be about right.
Here’s a link to a photo of Lex dating from 1967.
What do you think?
I think Jim could be right. If you put a disc of SexWax in this guys mouth, top him off with salt-n-pepper hair, I’m totallly seeing this guy say ‘Thank you very much!’ to the lucky wahine!
I remember surfing with Lex at Queen’s a lot in the 80s. I wouldn’t be surprised if this were him!
I thought to suggest Lex because he had a large photograph mounted on the wall of his Queen Street store: It was taken off Waikiki and showed Lex, his son and his grandson on three separate boards all riding the same wave and mugging the camera.
Funny Lex Brodie story: My former partner, Alan Pollock, was in Lex’s store one afternoon and couldn’t help noticing how every employee was hustling, literally jogging from one task to the next. He went up to Lex, who was working at his desk located on a two-foot high platform in one corner overlooking the room, and asked how he managed to inspire his people to work so hard and with such energy. “It’s the No-Wall Theory,” said Lex. “They can all see me and I can see all of them.”
My Lex Brodie story:
I’m in my 20s, surfing Queens with the regulars, which included Lex. I was in the USAF at the time (25+years ago), and I wasn’t too bad for a haole wahine from New Jersey. In fact, I have some trophies, one from a Ben Aipa and one from a China Uemura contest, among others. But I digress.
A speedy boat came very close to our break and generated a bunch of bumpy wakes, messing up the clean ankle biters that were rolling toward us. Lex, even when sitting down, was a very tall guy. He often had his fresh disc of SexWax in his mouth, even when he was riding a wave. Maybe it was his idea of a dental guard.
Lex had had enough. As the boat sped by again, both of his arms went up in the air, a double-bird salute unquestionably fired at the rude boaters. I was in awe. Lex could probably have brought in an airliner with his wing span.
The boaters didn’t come back.
Lex didn’t take sh*t from anyone. He was one of those guys you wanted on your side when you were one of the few wahines surfing Waikiki.