We’re getting old. Who will build the boats?

Woops! My fingers are on the keyboard again.

Before Covid 19, I was a cabinet maker for a Yacht Company. It is located in Florida, and based in Taiwan. All of us in the cabinetry department, are distinguished older gentlemen… except Fred.

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These yachts are 70′ long. They have two huge Volvo Diesels and carry 4000 gal of fuel. I am a sailor, and am in the minority in this plant. Actually, I only know of one other sailor, and he’s never had his off of the dock. I use my diesel for getting in and out of tight anchorages. My fuel bill is about $200 a year, based on $4.00 a gallon. The seventy, will spend $1600 for one fill up, and probably go through many tanks in a season. I always loose this debate in the shop. Roughly 312 to 1.FBookukhgRight now, April 12th, 2020, I am on home lockdown, waiting for the Covid 19’s Visa to expire. I left a partially built cabinet on my workbench, locked my toolbox, and pulled the plug on my chargers and radio. We have millions of dollars worth of unfinished-sold, yachts to complete, so I am assuming that I will at least have a job until they are finished. This is what I do.

 

This is starting to look like an advertisement for a yacht broker, but most of these are photos from my cell phone. Myself, and a couple others, have been with the plant since boat one. We did the prototype cabinets with cardboard and sticks, and then started working on weight reduction, weighing everything we created. I am qualified to say that we have some of the most talented yacht-level cabinetmakers available, but we’re all getting old. We have brought in young apprentices, paid them extremely well, and they still quit for anything that resembles a video-game.

“Who’s going to build the boats?”

In the past, any time things got out of control in the United States, or my life, I escaped to an island. That’s always been my answer, and it has been the input for a crazy life.

“I should write a book! HA!”

I have sailed everywhere from Florida, to Grenada. Florida Keys, Bahamas, a New Years party on the beach at Foxy’s, on Joust Van Dyke, explored the Baths, in Virgin Gorda, Scuba dive shipwrecks at 100′, had an eel swim between my legs, personally knew a barracuda named Charlie, raised a peregrin falcon named Fabian, and knew a mule named Vanilla. I fell in love with Nevis, and St. Kitts, Started another book in N. Jamaica, not supposed to talk about Costa Rica, been on a first name basis with a Rasta, and moved to St. Croix, for several years, before returning to Florida.

A sailboat, can take you far, a lot cheaper than a six million dollar floating mansion. Unfortunately, I can’t even afford the sailboat right now. She sits on the hard wondering where I am.

“We can’t leave the country this time. The virus is everywhere.”

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