Today I'm going to pull on my grubbiest clothes, grab some rubber gloves and go down to the boatyard to help our friend Bugs ready his boat, S/V "Euphoria" for a sea trial Friday. He's got a buyer, and though the terms of the purchase are "as is, as found," she'll at least be as clean and orderly as we can make her.
Those were the days..."Euphoria" and "Bliss" rafted up together in the Nuevo Vallarta marina two years agoOver the past few years we've encountered "Euphoria" here and there in our travels a number of times along the mainland coast of Mexico. Bugs came from the same town in Northern California that we did, and we have a number of mutual friends. But now he's studying to become a professional nurse, entailing four years of college, and he needs cash to pay his tuition and cost of living. So now there will be euphoria in someone else's life.
This town is like a crossroad, and everyone passes through eventually. We get to know them, maybe even make some music together, but many are bound far away and whenever we say goodbye we know it might be for the last time.
When he gets the money for the boat, he says, "I'll stash it in a pillowcase." Banks, investments and such are not looking like a good idea right now.
Having seen my IRA dwindle by 50% so far, I'm wishing I had done the same, say maybe about six weeks ago.
