…like falling

I (James) didn’t just trip and stumble into being a marine industry specialist. I live here, this environment is my home and I know it and its related industries better than anything else in my life. So when I interviewed for the position of Facilities Manager of a brand new marina in Boston, I knew this was my new job 2 minutes into the interview. All of this is not only well within my comfort zone. It’s ultimately my center of focus. The U.S. marina industry has only just now (in history) decided to clean up after itself. For decades our public waterways have been devoured by an industry run amuck, one based on short-sighted greed applied to long term degradation of basic marine infrastructure. Meaning when shit starts to break down the industry cuts and runs, leaving a hazard to navigation in their wake. A broken marina that is fucked back together by under-qualified, under-paid and under-motivated workers that could give a shit about a job well done will never stop failing. We’ve seen it too often. The mom-and-pop operation inherited by careless kids who hire a management company that either pockets or fumbles the money that should have gone into upkeep. The corporate behemoth that treats paint and signage as the important part while the piers rot. This marina does not appear to be doing that, and so we sailed to Boston. We sailed away from Portland yet again after some time of thinking we’d probably winter there. The friends we made last time are still close enough for visiting, so there’s no real sadness to it. We wanted to do an overnight to Provincetown and then make our way back using the coming south winds, but the good breeze turned into 30 knots and we resigned ourselves[…]

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