Sometimes I come up with some odd ideas on what I should be doing with my life. Last summer, I had the strange notion that I should be a yacht salesperson. I honestly thought it would be a fun and glorious summer job. Sitting at my desk at the marina, the sun shining outside, the wind gently blowing, and the yachts gleaming outside. Rich people would just stop by, I’d take them out for a test cruise, and I’d sell a yacht a day.
Luckily, my laziness and my desire to enjoy myself kept me from a life of khaki slacks, boat shoes, and washing seagull crap off some yacht on Lake Union.
Instead of becoming a boat salesman, my son and I went to the Big Seattle Boat Show yesterday. Now, I haven’t been to a boat show since I was a kid so this was both a blessing…
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