George Sass Jr.'s blog
We’ve all heard about or maybe experienced a similar situation. You finally schedule your boat for service after months of wrangling a simple return call.
It appears I’ve become too used to empty marinas and anchorages.
The incident was as predictable as a sunrise. I idled through the shallow Cayo Costa anchorage—a sliver of paradise off Florida’s west coast—looking for a spot to set the hook for the night.
My good friend Mary South wrote a wonderful book in 2007, The Cure for Anything Is Salt Water. It’s an entertaining read with a laser-focused title. I found myself laughing and empathizing from the first sentence. (Mary also serves as our publishing group’s editor-at-large and the deputy editor of Soundings and Anglers Journal.)
Happy 30th Power & Motoryacht! In order to properly launch our gathering of the clan, I think it’s appropriate to deliver my best wishes with a few memories of my own.
When I learned that our staff had to deliver a Cutwater 28—a stout single-engine pocket cruiser—from Newport to Annapolis in September, I jumped at the chance to get out from behind this desk.
I’ve seen the same reaction hundreds of times over the years—sad, empathetic eyes, followed by a conciliatory pat or two on my shoulder. You would think that I’d told the deliverer of said look that I just ran over my dog.
What prompts this pitiful gaze? Well it’s certainly not a tragic event. Nope, it’s the trigger response that undoubtedly follows when I inform the inquisitor that I’m an editor of a magazine.