One sport I don’t get to write about, but for me was part of my youth, is surfing.During my school years, I lived in a town called Croydon just outside Philadelphia but I spent my summers working in Ocean City, N.J., staying with my late Grandmother Warner who kindly put me up for the summer.It’s where I got into another sport I used to do, cycling, until a couple years ago before grabbing the last donut became too much of a habit. Not to use an old cliché that starts “I used to have to walk five miles to school each day” but, I did ride my bicycle from 28th Street to 9th Street to and from work each day on the boardwalk, a mecca for bike riders in the morning. I continued riding my bicycle all year delivering newspapers at home … something we do now with cars.My first surfboard was green, very ugly, had part of the nose missing and was affectionately called the Pickle because, as I said, it was green.