“What could be more unnecessary to the sustenance of life on this planet than a pleasure craft? From the zippy speed boats, called cigarettes, to the modest Grady Whites, to our forty-foot Hatteras, the marina is a celebration of the winners in the laissez-faire sweepstakes. They who come out with less don’t think it’s fair, but a pox on the spoilsports. And what could be more picturesque, exciting and exulting, than a marina at high noon under a cloudless Miami sky and radiant sun? As they say ...in these parts, nada, chico, nada. Walking along the narrow boardwalks to our floating alcazar, I noted the proud owners scraping, painting and hosing their man-o’-(corporate)-wars. It’s said the happiest two days in a boat owner’s life are the day he buys his first boat and the day he sells it. I saw no for-sale signs but perhaps, like previously owned diamonds, discretion is the better part of value [sic]. Surveying the bobbing sloops, skiffs, dories and dinghies, I am pleased to say we made a handsome sextet.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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