I want to own a marine supply store. It sounds stupid, and for me, financially, at the moment, it is stupid. I don’t have the capital and I don’t have a shot at getting a loan, so barring a mysterious benefactor, I won’t be able to do it in the near future. But can’t you just see me, a salt of the earth, a hard tack of a man? I can wear chunky sweaters and a captain’s hat, and have those little wooden signs, like “It’s the captain’s way or the plank” or something to that effect.
I can have seventy five different types of rope, and one of those things that melts the end of the rope to seal it off. I can sell OMC parts and Mercruiser parts and anything else I deem appropriate. Maybe I could have a bait and tackle counter as well, with one of those jars full of earth worms.
It may sound nasty, but really, it’s pretty fabulous. I could sponsor the kids at their first regattas, talk to the fishermen, get some good deals on off the dock lobster, maybe get a couple guys to tell me the good fishing stores. Honestly, how does that not sound like my ideal life; or anyone’s ideal life, for that matter?
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