Wow! that is good stuff. I would've like to have had a scotch or three with
My dad had to sell our 59 28' Connie after my mom died cause the bills were
more than he could take. I was 16 years old. I have a picture taken of me
when I was four weeks old, sleeping in a gear/cargo net hanging up in the Vee-bunks. My dad always had a boat - and it was always a Chris of some kind.
I spent three years looking for that boat in the yards along the South shore of Lake Erie, and when I did find her in the middle of March standing in a foot of snow.....I wept like a baby. The canvas had been ripped off many months before - the wind had gotten under the hard top and deposited it up-side down on the cabin-top. All that mahogany and bright white Interlux that my dad and I busted arse on was peeling and weathered.
Somehow, after a year of (everybody on this thread knows "of what").
We got her ready to be seen in public again. Homer-I feel ya, cause my dad didn't make it either. He died of emphasema before I could plop his fanny on a deck chair. Didn't mean to Hi-jack the thread, but your story brought back memories for me. Yeah we bring these old broads back to life-and deserve every bit of praise and compliment we get, But really, wer'e not doing this for ourselves - we do it so we can get the one's we love, admire and respect
back out there, enjoying life, livin' large!
Hav'nt looked too closely but I hope to see a few of those "orbs" that Corsair
was talking about - would'nt mind having a beer with the ol' man.