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by Barry Berkovich, |
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It’s January, and for those of you who do not know, this means boat show time in San Antonio. I see the signs around town. They advertise this event, and like the swallows flying back to Capistrano, I find myself drawn to the Alamodome every year to meander past the plethora of watercraft that I can not begin to afford. That is not yet! I add this, so you don’t think I’ve given up on my dream. That dream is to go from driving, that’s right, I did say driving. (That is how I talked in my landlubber days) a small rubber raft dinghy, to piloting, (good nautical term) my own luxury yacht on the open ocean. In my many excursions to the boat show, I have heard a lot of rhetoric emanating from the various vendors. I myself have even spouted some of this verbiage; mostly in a valiant effort to convince my significant other that a boat is really a great investment (Insert belly laughs here) I wondered what if ala Jim Carrey in the movie Liar-Liar all vendors at the boat show had to tell the truth for one day. I think that would prove interesting. I have come up with a few clichés you probably would hear that day, but more than likely will never hear again at a boat show.
I don’t know if this would take away the fun of the boat show or not? That’s a great question. It would be an interesting experiment however. All I know is as they say “come Hell or high water” (High Water? A rare occurrence at Canyon Lake lately) you will catch me at the lake and at the boat show again this year. And to you professional boat sales people, I say go ahead and fuel my dreams with your high octane extravagant vernacular. I look at it this way, what’s life without big dreams and nice people to perpetuate them? Boating’s still good in the winter, |
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