Many a workday when I lived in Orange Park, I'd find myself jockeying my old Corolla for the inside rail on U.S. Hwy 17, only to slow down the car and stay put just long enough to enjoy the sunrise over the St. Johns River. And maybe even snap a pic or two. The header picture is such a one, where I decided to turn at the marina and park for a pic or two.
The Slack was calling to me, even though I was living west of I-95 at that time.
But the heartbreaker there at the marina was all the beautiful boats sitting there, unused. The Jolly Roger and I frequently enjoyed strolling around those docks in the evening, wishfully thinking of sailing away, and verbally abusing the absent owners of such magnificent vessels.
"They should be forced to forfeit these things to folks who can appreciated them," was our somewhat envious proclamation.
The point here is that, this really is the only life you get. If you've been graced with the talents or reserves to buy big toys and never use them, well, bless your heart. Now get out there and enjoy them, dammit! Or move over and let me show you how to live!
Here in Florida there's a glut of such toys: beautiful cars that folks can't drive one mote over the speed limit lest that fiery red Ferrari attract negative attention. Cabriolets that roll around with the top UP because it's too hot, too cool, too humid, too breezy.
There's fleets of beautiful boats that sit in their slips, untouched for months and years. I know because I've walked past them many a fine evening. High-pressure atmosphere, sunny skies, fair winds and... parked sailboats. Sigh.
The owners are doing what, exactly, that is more important than enjoying the fruits of their labors?
I think those of us who scrimp and save and enjoy a little bit of wine on the narrow deck of a 24' sloop at midnight, anchored out in the St. Johns River, under the full moon and under the influence, are doing the right thing with our money.
Ruth Marie Miller Goff did the right thing with hers. Bless her heart.