Subscribe to RSS FeedI don’t like change. Let’s get that right out in front. So maybe it’s for that reason I spend a lot of time looking around in search of the kind of marine vendors I remember from years ago. You know what I mean, the couple that designs and installs boat canvas themselves, or that fellow who can weld like nobody’s business, or the marine electronics repair store that rummages up an adapter where no one else could.
You see, in my book, boating is not about the exercise of making way across the water. It’s about the preparations and individual effort associated with getting out there. Any idiot can sit behind a schooner wheel; it takes a true waterman to assemble all the pieces necessary to getting underway.
I remember in Rhode Island past there was a boat supply shop floored in creaking broad pine, organized with old shelving crooked with inventory, and staffed by eclectically knowledgeable folks. There were no uniforms and the staff wasn’t necessarily friendly. They knew their business though, and they took a kind of methamphetamine-charged interest in solving whatever riddle you might push across the counter. A mere twisted portion of rusted bolt lacking any semblance to the original casting was quickly associated with a particular brand, a size, style and – voila – a replacement was produced. You see, for those folks, what I remember is a pride in what they did and how they were perceived. I don’t see that much anymore. Nowadays I troll along vast aisles trying to find replacement bolts myself, I speak to employees who might as well be selling me a cup of coffee, and for sweet’s sake, some places make me check my purchases out myself!
So you go on and buy from the big box stores with the clean lines and overhead lighting. Me? I’ll stick to rummaging around, dusting off and cobbling together. I never did like change.
Underway and making way.
--- JKF
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