UPDATE: Help needed on Manhattan Beach riptide tragedy
*Update: His name is Dexter Lima and he went to Narbonne High.
If you know him, please contact Denise Nix, who is working on a story. She is at denise.nix@dailybreeze.com
If you are a family member or friend of the teenage boy who nearly drowned Sunday at Manhattan Beach, can you please contact us?
Reporter Sandy Mazza is working on a story about the riptide dangers and would like to update his condition. We do not know his name. Police and fire officials have not released it.
We would like to speak with someone connected to the family.
Email Sandy at sandy.mazza@dailybreeze.com or call her at 310-543-6636.
Thanks.
If you know him, please contact Denise Nix, who is working on a story. She is at denise.nix@dailybreeze.com
Reporter Sandy Mazza is working on a story about the riptide dangers and would like to update his condition. We do not know his name. Police and fire officials have not released it.
We would like to speak with someone connected to the family.
Email Sandy at sandy.mazza@dailybreeze.com or call her at 310-543-6636
Thanks.
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My brother drowned in the same location (6th Street) in July of 1946. He was 12 years old. Over the years I have noticed that others have drowned in the same location, usually in summer. I would be curious if there were statistics on drowning in Manhattan Beach. July and August is a time of big tides swings, large south swells and warm water; all bad combinations. I recall a boy drowning off 6th Street, wearing blue jeans, about 13 or 14 years ago. We tried to keep the news from my mother (she was living in Palm Desert) but she always seemed to find out these things and was haunted by the memory of my brother’s death