Back in my road warrior days in the late 70s had a project in Dayton...could not find a single surf shop. Did manage to find a hole in the wall reggae music store...but a fellow in overalls tried to sell me a ferret on the downtown plaza.
Passed on the ferret ;>)
Born & raised in Dayton - never saw a surf shop or very many beaches.
In ‘68, my girlfriend & I moved to Hollywood - saw LOTS of beaches and a few small surf shops. After five years, returned home just as it was devolving into Hollyweird and Mexi Gang/Drug cartel land
What a long strange trip it’s been...
Lol