No trumpets blared, no flags waved, but everyone knew that Havelock, the Golden Boy, had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His body sculpted, his tone a golden hue; he looked every bit the Champion. He had conquered the Banzai pipeline. Even the venerable sage the Face of Everyman held him in awe. He’d be hanging out at the Resort for a few weeks teaching Hula Dancing to the matrons who had time for such a thing. Then off to Boomerang Beach or other some exotic place for the Men’s Long-board Open.