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Step 6An Unexpected Development
On Friday my mom and I got to town from our cross-country drive.
I called the marina to see about getting the papers for the boat.
"Is Ron there?" I ask.
"I'm sorry, but he no longer works here" said the voice at the other end of the line.
I didn't know what to say. Victor and Kenny had seen him that afternoon when they picked up the boat.
"Is this such-and-so marina?" I ask.
"Yes it is, how may I help you?" said the voice.
To make a short story even shorter, nothing in life is certain and the next morning I picked up the papers for the boat from the new harbormaster.
Unfortunately before allowing the boat to return to the marina he wanted a complete survey of the boat and some other odd things with the application. A surveyor would cost more than the boat did. Why wasn't this mentioned earlier?
The boat had been in the marina for at least a decade. They had chained it to the dock and owned it themselves for a year or more. Now they pretend to be totally ignorant of the boat, invent expensive ordeals for us, and treat us like unwanted strangers, A survey hadn't been required in the past. The marina was half empty. On monday the boat would be back in the water, ten times safer than our last boat, and we'd have nowhere to park it.
This picture expresses how I felt.
I consulted with Captain Lorraine, who's sailed around the world in races. "You don't understand" she said, "Marinas hate boats. They'll do anything they can to keep boats from getting in."
I called the marina to see about getting the papers for the boat.
"Is Ron there?" I ask.
"I'm sorry, but he no longer works here" said the voice at the other end of the line.
I didn't know what to say. Victor and Kenny had seen him that afternoon when they picked up the boat.
"Is this such-and-so marina?" I ask.
"Yes it is, how may I help you?" said the voice.
To make a short story even shorter, nothing in life is certain and the next morning I picked up the papers for the boat from the new harbormaster.
Unfortunately before allowing the boat to return to the marina he wanted a complete survey of the boat and some other odd things with the application. A surveyor would cost more than the boat did. Why wasn't this mentioned earlier?
The boat had been in the marina for at least a decade. They had chained it to the dock and owned it themselves for a year or more. Now they pretend to be totally ignorant of the boat, invent expensive ordeals for us, and treat us like unwanted strangers, A survey hadn't been required in the past. The marina was half empty. On monday the boat would be back in the water, ten times safer than our last boat, and we'd have nowhere to park it.
This picture expresses how I felt.
I consulted with Captain Lorraine, who's sailed around the world in races. "You don't understand" she said, "Marinas hate boats. They'll do anything they can to keep boats from getting in."
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Oh man this is sooooo true.
The only thing they hate more than boats is the people who own them.