"Let's buy a boat" she said, "it'll be fun" she said...
In all honesty, she can't be blamed for that one. It was my idea to buy a sailboat. I'm sure I'm completely alone in that regard.
We wanted to upgrade from our Paceship PY23, and BOY, did we! We were looking at a Columbia
26, had almost fallen in love it. In fact, we were less than 12 hours from doing the final survey
on it when, from across the bed
I heard "ooooooooo". Uh oh. This is trouble. In my house, all those o's in a row means something's about to change. It's just as likely to be good as it is bad, but it ALWAYS means trouble.
"Look! A 35 foot Morgan
, and they only want (insert ridiculously low sum that can only mean scow here)!"
Ok, back up for a sec. I love to read. Love. I dream about stories in books
the way some people do TV, or movies, or grandma's home cooked meals
. It's just a medium I identify with. And one of my favorite authors is Nelson Demille. My first exposure to Demille was through the novel 'Nightfall', about a brilliant but abrasive (much like me) NYPD homicide detective who is unwittingly (it's never wittingly, is it), swept up into.... Sorry, I digress...
Ok look, one of Mr. Demille's most beloved characters owns a Morgan
. So when my wife said she found one, I was on the hook. Understand however, I already had visions of me at the helm
(a real helm
has a tiller) of the Columbia
, running the trades down to Tonga
, battling pirates and flying fish
, looking forward to a pacific paradise and drinks with umbrellas. This Morgan was an unwanted interruption in my plans. I turned to her and said what any self-respecting, pissed-off sailor who just had his dreams dashed on the rocks of matrimony would say...."Really?!"
The next day was her shakedown cruise