Who’s Crazy?

When I tell people  (or at least, the few people that I have told) that we are selling the house, buying a boat and taking off to travel, I usually get the same predictable, eyes wide open, state of shock, stare.  Almost all laugh.  Then the inevitable, “You’re crazy!” follows.

I feel the same way.  We must all be crazy.  How can so many millions of people all follow the same mundane routine.  The same script.  Birth, school, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, retirement, death.  Programmed robots, back and forth to work, day after day.  Brainwashed from birth.  Were is the fun, enjoyment, excitement in life.  Two weeks vacation, once a year, just doesn’t cut it.

I am done with the boring routine.  Life is way too short not to get up, and out, and live, and experience.  How are WE crazy for wanting to have fun and take advantage of all that life offers and maximize our existence until it is no longer.  How is traveling, experiencing new cultures, foods, and meeting new friends crazy?

Back and forth, in and out of the same revolving door, every day, and every night, is absolutely insane.  I’m shocked, that there arn’t more folks out there enjoying life and following a different path.  Who is really crazy?


“Be Careful What You Wish for, the Devil Might Be Listening!”


It had been three months of pounding chicken breasts, skinning shark and doing dishes, and I was on my way home to Boston for a much needed two week Christmas holiday.  I stopped in Larry’s Landing, in Cruz Bay, to kill an hour before my ferry arrived to take me to Red Hook, in St. Thomas, to catch my flight.  Although I knew my way around a kitchen, having grown up in the hotel industry, I was desperately sick of it and wanted something else, possibly outdoors, with a more flexible schedule. I wasn’t really cut out for the rigid  6 day a week schedule.

I didn’t know it at the moment, but the answer to my prayers walked through the door of Larry’s landing!

He was a friend I had met through various sailor friends, he hailed from Michigan upper peninsula, but had been living down the VI’s for more than a few years. To my utter amazement, and absolute delight, he told me how he was looking for someone to take his place working for the notorious sailmaker, Manfred Dittrick on Hassel Island, for possibly  6 months, while he went back to Michigan. There was a definite possibility, if I worked out, of staying on as an extra, as when the 6 months was up, the start of summer, or the slow tourist season in the Caribbean brought in much sail repair work. The pay was per job, the main job was painting awnings out in the yard, and I was a semi pro at painting, having renovated many houses in my other life.  Also grinding welds, and the fact that I was an expert seamstress sealed the deal!
“When you’re not working, you can go sailing” he informed me, peaking my excitement, my heart throbbed in my chest.

Did I just make a wish and it came true???  Well, lo and behold…  I did!   And the best part of the whole deal was, that I would live aboard his 26′ 1963 Pearson in Careening Cove, off Hassel Island
in St. Thomas Harbor. This way I would be closer to Hassel, as commuting from St. John just wasn’t
feasible, and certainly not a grind I was interested in.


Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. Nope!  AND  I didn’t even have to interview!
We shook over a beer and all I had to do was show up in two weeks at our agreed upon rendezvous
and I would begin a new adventure in my life. Now this is what I came to the Caribbean for!!!
I was beside myself with excitement and could not believe my good fortune, once more life carried
on as I tried to make other plans.

Luckily I had a two week holiday, gave my two week notice to my great bosses from Shipwreck Landing, and went home to Boston to enjoy the Christmas holidays with my family.

Living aboard a boat had been a dream of mine and now I would get to give it a test drive, see if it
was all I hoped it would be, and test my true grit. For the next 6 months I would be living on a 1963
26′ Pearson Ariel, with a hidden head under the only V berth, with no shower, and only a small cooktop. I would use an old wooden tortola dinghy, painted bright yellow & orange with a 25 HP outboard, and this would be my car, thus my freedom, to come and go as I pleased from my new home in Paradise.


The New Year of 2008 held much promise, adventure & new friends on the horizon.

Continued here.

Things I want to do when we move on a boat

  • Visit places that I havn’t been before – I think it is a great opportunity to try new sports and see how different people celebrate different holidays.  I want to learn about other people’s religions.


  • See animals that you can’t see in Massachusetts – Cute animals like pandas.


  • Make friends around the world – It would be nice to have friends that speak different languages, this way you can learn from them.


  • Learn different languages – I am excited to learn different languages because knowing just one language is really boring, from my point of view.


  • Catch my first fish! – I want to catch fish because then we don’t have to worry about dinner!


  • Do school on-line – My mom says that it only takes 4 hours or less long! You don’t have to listen to everything your teacher says.


  • Try new foods – I am thrilled to try new foods!  I think that trying different country’s foods is going to be so cool!



-This is me, Skyla, currently the 12 year old daughter.




Love, Mom







Wood Boat Maintenance: A Nightmare?

I have never owned a boat, not wood, not steel, not fiberglass.  Therefore I have no idea what maintenance is really involved with maintaining a boat.  I have heard that there is a lot.  Steel rusts, fiberglass blisters, and wood… well…wood rots.

I have read that wood is a maintenance nightmare.  “You will be a slave to your boat,” they warn.  I’ve seen the pics:

rot 1 rot 2 rot 3

On the other hand, there are just so many gorgeous boats that are fabricated from wood.  Woodworking is a fine craft, and wood maintenance, is like a craft in itself.  Most wood boat owners cherish their boats, and enjoy the time spent caring for them.


I am afraid of wood, or at least I was until I bumped into my good friend, Ellen, the other day.  I haven’t seen Ellen for quite some time.  You can imagine her surprise when I told her that I was selling my house, to buy a boat.  But, you can’t imagine my surprise, when she told me, that she had done just that.  “You did what? Are you kidding me?”, I gasped in disbelief.  “Yup, we sold the house a few months ago and bought an old woodie.  Chris Craft.”   How could that be possible?  When Ellen and I met, she was constructing her waterfront home a few blocks from where my waterfront shack was located.  I sold the shack years ago, and moved on.  Ellen and I haven’t spoken for a long while, yet, kindred spirits, still following the same path, all the while.  Funny how life is.

Ellen was gracious enough to invite us aboard her antique, 42′ 1961 Chris Craft. She gave us the grand tour.  The boat was awesome.  Charming.  I was most amazed by the condition of the hull.  I expected at least some deterioration and sign of age.  The boat is older than me.  It’s wood!  I heard wood and water don’t play well together.  I was told wood boats rot.  But, it wasn’t rotted, at all.  In fact, it was just the opposite.  It was in fantastic shape.  It looked better than the 80’s fiberglass Hat that I had viewed, with it’s cracks and bubbles.  You could have told me that the boat was a few years old, and I would have believed it.  I was impressed with her unique shape, yet simple design. Her sleek lines were complimented by trawler-style slanted windows.  She was a top-of-the-line speed boat in her hayday, now a work in progress to return, and will be a gem when done.




Ellen showed me some of the projects that she and her husband had done, and jobs that they are working on.  It was no big deal.  When issues pop up they take care of them and stay on top things.  She explained that they take their time, do small projects at their leisure. She enjoys it.  At that moment, I had a change of heart.  I felt empowered.  I no longer feared the devastating dooms of a wood hull.  My visions of decayed, sinking ships, in ruin, were left at that dock that day.


Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that wood is my first choice. But I have decided to take all boats, including wood, on a case-by-case basis.  Thanks Ellen for showing me the light…and…the wood.






Sale Pending :-(

sale pending

Wow, I really believe that I found the perfect boat.  The bad news is that the broker says the boat is “sale pending”, subject to survey…Boooooo

When I spoke to him, he didn’t seem confident in the pending sale.  He said, without me asking, “With custom boats there is about a 50% chance that it will close”.  The survey will be complete by the beginning of July.  I have to hope the buyer bails.  I also have to hope that my house sells, so that I can make an offer.  Fingers crossed. Unfortunately, I can’t post the link yet, as much as I would love to share.  Seems every time that I post a link to a great boat, it sells a couple weeks later. This isn’t a high traffic site, but I can’t take the chance on this one.

The boat:

  • Trawler
  • Large fuel capacity
  • 60-65′
  • Located in the USA
  • 4 staterooms plus crew berth
  • Blue water

If the boat falls apart with the current purchaser I am going to make an offer subject to satisfactory viewing.  I will also try and finagle my way into them holding it for me until my house is sold.  Fat chance, but worth the try.

You MUST view a boat to buy a boat (Update)

This is an update from here.


I decided not to enlist the help of a buyer’s broker.  Why?  Because I spoke to about 3 of them and they all immediately tried to send me in a different direction.

One guy asked what size boat I wanted. I told him that ideally I would prefer 55-65′, and that I really didn’t want to exceed 70′.  He told me that he has been doing this for a long time, and that if it were him, he wouldn’t go any smaller than 70′ with 5 kids.  He then, tried to pitch a 77′ and an 80′ that he is” familiar” with.  He also, waaaayyyyy exceeded my budget, and told me that I could get an exceptional deal at $650,000, while acknowledging in the same breath, that it’s not his money that he’s spending.  Ah…YEAH!… and it’s not my money that your spending either, sorry buddy.

The next guy told me that I really wanted sail, “for so many reasons”.  I disregarded him as soon as he mentioned the S-word.

The last guy was the cream of the crop.  He answered his phone, I could barely finish introducing myself, when he interrupted to tell me that I should “have my husband call him” to discuss specific boat types.  I hung up.


I am a Real Estate Junkie.  I am not, and never would be a broker, but, both of my parents, and my brother were brokers.  I have also dealt with many brokers while buying and selling homes.  While boat buying and home purchasing are very different, there are some simple guidlines that are across the board that every broker should follow to avoid wasting everyone’s time.

  • Listen to your client’s needs.
  • Don’t try and sell someone something that they don’t want or need.
  • Never exceed the budget.
  • Don’t show something that the client can’t afford, because nothing after that will seem as good.
  • Make a suggestion, but don’t push it if they resist.
  • Never… Ever…Ever…judge a book by it’s cover.

I’m sure that these guys know plenty about boats, while I admit knowing very little, and maybe they would do things much different, but they don’t know my family and they don’t know me.  I will decide what we need, and what is right for us.  If you choose to present a boat that is outside of my parameters for consideration, that’s fine, but also be willing to send boats that are within it.

I typically get the same crappy responses from real estate brokers that don’t know me.  They doubt my ability to purchase; think I’m a tire-kicker.  I move on.  They lose.

I generally go straight to the listing broker because I’m a straight shooter and want info directly from the horses mouth.  Also, brokers are often more motivated to get the deal done, when they are looking at both sides of a commission.  I have gotten some great deals like this.  A buyers broker could be helpful to sort through different options, especially where we are new to this, but, I think I’m going to take my chances without one, and go direct.


I did finally get a hold of the listing broker for one of the boats, after calling the office, speaking to the secretary, and telling her that I was annoyed.  He then called right back and said that he has been trying to reach the seller with no response.  He will contact me when, and if, he is able to reach them.

I also reached another the same way.  The boat has been moved.

This tactic of calling the office seems to work well.  I suppose they figure if the buyer is taking the time to call the office to voice frustration, then they must be serious.  I’m just glad that I have an approach.

On to the next…

Living on a Boat: Size Matters

What size boat for liveaboard?

We are new to boating.  I have never owned or operated a boat of any size.  We are jumping straight into the fire guys, while searching for the “perfect” boat.  There are a whole array of unanswered questions at this point and the more I read and research, the more I am unsure.  Like this question, what size boat?  The are a number of factors to be considered.

I found this post by Courtney Kirchoff.  She discusses the important aspects of a good liveaboard boat.

In your house or apartment, you had space to do different things. You’ll want the same kind of situation aboard a boat: a space to cook, a space to eat, a space to sleep, a space to relax, possibly a space to work (if you work from home). For me, I need a separate space for each thing, that’s just how my mind is, though. It needs organization, a purpose for each location. Luckily even small boats can give you all of the above. But know yourself. Do you have a home office and a dining room? Do you take your laptop to the table and work there, or always work in your office? Do you like to recline at the kitchen bar, or kick it up on the couch? You’ll want to be comfortable aboard your boat. Be honest with yourself.


She’s right, we do have to be honest with ourselves.


Dining area

Our home now has an eat-in-kitchen.  We sit down together as a family for dinner every night.  A dining area large enough to fit at least 7 people is important.  Kids sprawled on sofas, watching television, and sitting at the helm with plates of food would not work.

Dual salons or lounge areas

My kids all hang together in the family room watching their shows and playing video games, while I enjoy tv in another room.  Everyone is happy.  Certainly not suggesting that we will be out cruising and glued to a tv;  I am going cruising to get away from too much tv.  But, we will still need  downtime, and, we will still own tv’s.  It’s important that we have separate spaces for kid hang out and adult quiet relaxation.

Big galley

We have a large kitchen now.  I have 5 kids, it’s a must.  The one thing that I really hated about the year that we spent in transition, living in the garage studio, was the kitchenette.  It was tiny.  Barely any counter space to cook.  The stove was too small, my handles would bump the wall and the fridge could barely handle a week’s worth of groceries.  I hardly cooked because of this, and when I did, it was simple meals.  The boat will have to have a decent size galley with ample counter space for food prep,  a stove with an oven, and a house size fridge.


My kids are teen and soon-to-be-teens. They need separate space.  I often read about cruisers who pile 3 kids together in in a v-berth.  I don’t think that I can see doing this, because almost all of my kids are big.  I’m not sure how many staterooms I will really need.  I break it down like this:

  1. I would share with my 4 year old
  2. My Mom (Meme)
  3. twins share
  4. Skyla (only girl)
  5. Oldest son


This scenario would require at least 5 staterooms, but it is yet to be determined if my oldest son will cruise full-time.  If he is part-time, he can crash on the sofa. I would only need 4 staterooms.

The other way would be for Skyla and Meme to share a stateroom, then I would be down to 4, and 3 if my oldest doesn’t join us.

I was really trying to avoid kids sleeping on pull-out sofas.  It would be perfectly fine for vacationing, but as full-time liveaboards it won’t work.

If we’re talking 5 staterooms, we’re going to be looking at a good size boat, at least 60- 65′.  This would be ideal, but then there are other considerations with a big boat.  If we could get away with 3 staterooms and maybe a captain’s berth in the pilothouse, then we may be able to squeeze into something as small as 50′.


Size will directly impact maintenance requirements for the boat.  Haul-outs and bottom paint will be more costly.  We will have to find yards that  have the capability to haul a large boat, if we go that route.  Also, more mechanical maintenance, like broken toilettes, because there will likely be more heads on a larger boat.  A smaller boat will surely be easier and cheaper to maintain, which leaves more money in the kitty for fun.  The last thing that I want to do is rope myself into a maintenance nightmare.  The essentials of Living Aboard discusses this:

Some people suggest that a liveaboard have a boat that is at least 33 feet in length (10 meters). And yet, one of the biggest complaints from liveaboards in large vessels is that the maintenance of their large boats is too much and that their boats are too big, and that a smaller boat would have been more desireable. My marina has two liveaboards that live happily in their tiny 26 foot sail boats (I can’t stand up straight in them). Many liveaboards with multiple heads and staterooms will actually shut down or even dismantle their second heads and unused staterooms to cut down on maintenance or use the space for storage. In general… make your own decisions, but most experts suggest that you consider the smallest boat that you’d be happy and comfortable in, particularly if money is an issue.

While we expect to do lots of maintenance, I don’t want to be tied to the dock everyday working on the boat instead of out having fun with my kids.  That would defeat the purpose.  I have to be sure that the boat isn’t so large that the maintenance is overwhelming.

Dockage fees

We plan to dock quite a bit while we cruise.  Not always, but enough that fees should be a serious consideration.  Marinas charge by the foot, and transients pay more.  Our docking fees will be much higher with a big boat.  We could ofset that by anchoring more, but I’m not sure if that is a compromise that I would be willing to make with 5 kids.  I would rather see my kids running on and off the boat from a dock, then jumping in and out of a dingy all day.


Some anchorages and marinas may not have the space to accommodate a large boat.  We don’t want to be denied access to a particular marina because all of the big slips are taken.


Some areas that we would like to travel have a draft limitation.  Big boat, big draft.  If we go too big, we could possibly bump ourselves out of parts of the Caribbean, certain parts of the Florida Keys, and the ICW.  We may not get into that “pristine anchorage” that my buddy, Bob, always refers to with a big boat and a 9′ draft.



Bigger boats generally hold more of everything.  Fuel, water, holding tank, and storage.  We are planning on international travel.  It will be important for us to have the space for large stores and plenty of fuel.  Water might not be as important because I’m sure we will have a watermaker.  But, if we happen upon a location that has cheap fuel, it would be nice to stock-up.


Larger boats typically have better range, because the fuel tanks are larger.  Again, as international travelers, range is very important.  Imagine running out of fuel somewhere in Alaska with 5 kids.


Overall Comfort

Let’s face it, with 7 aboard, sometimes 8, a larger boat will be more enjoyable.  Especially as liveaboards.  Docked for 2 months at a particular location.  Everyone will be a lot happier with room to stretch out and a door to slam.


Since I have never owned nor opearted any size boat, I really don’t know what I am capapble of and I have no idea how long it will take me to master boat handling.  I am a great student and a fast learner.  The factual material I am confident will come easy.  Things like reading maps, GPS use, finding depth, and seamanship, I’m not worried about.  I am a very quick study.  The actual manuevering and docking might be determined by size.  Some say that bigger boats are easier to operate because they arn’t taken as easily by wind, while others say that smaller boats are easier and can be single-handed if need be.


Big boats are often more expensive.  We will get a boat in better condition or a later model year the smaller we go.


Something to consider.  If we decide that our boat is too big for some reason, I’m guessing that a larger boat won’t sell as quickly as a smaller boat.


Liveaboard living sums it up best:

When buying a boat, think quality not quantity. You want a boat large enough to live on comfortably but small enough to be affordable. The bigger the boat, the more it costs to maintain and moor. (And let’s not forget fuel.) If you plan on living aboard with a family of four and a dog or cat, space will be at a premium. And if you plan on extended cruises, space will become even more important. Storage and privacy are big issues that often require a bigger boat. Because you want to be comfortable, you need a large enough boat to meet all your needs. Everyone living on the boat needs their own place to sleep and store their stuff.


Real Estate Junkie (Part 3)

Continued from here.


We were practically bursting out of our condo.  I had bought a 3 family building when my kids were 3, 4 and 5 years old, that I converted to condos.  I kept the lower bi-level unit.  That was when I was a single parent, before I got married, my husband moved in, my youngest son was born and my Mom moved in.  It was sufficient when it was just the 5 of us, but with 3 additional… no way.

My Mom had sold her home to move to St. John.  She was living on a sailboat for a while, but missed us, so returned to the States.  When she got back, she moved in with us.

Quarters were tight, and I was frustrated.  I got a call from my next door neighbor one afternoon.  The house 2 doors down from us would be sold.  The elderly man that was living there fell on crumbling steps and had to be hospitalized. The house was now vacant.

Without delay, I ran over and kicked in the back door to check it out.  The place was in bits.  Rotting. Deteriorated.  Years of neglect.  Pink paint was jumping off the walls in sheets.  The roof had a massive hole in the corner. Very convenient for the raccoon family that was in and out every night.  Back room walls were thick with musty black mold, and crumbling from years of moisture pouring in through a tethered blue tarp.  Original wood floors buckled from the cold and the place was loaded with years of accumulated trash and belongings.  It was a mess; needed gutting.  I wanted it bad.






I watched every day for 2 weeks for someone to show up, finally, the daughter arrived.  She confirmed that the house was for sale and that the guy across the street was also interested.  Of course he was, he stored his boat and vehicle in the driveway, and he had been milking her Dad, the old man, for years in hopes of getting his paws into the house one day.  She named her price.  I was not willing to meet it.  Countered.  She rejected.  I let it go.

I salivated over the house for 6 months as it sat unattended.  What was going on?  There was no movement with the eyesore .  I phoned my lawyer and asked him to call the daughter’s lawyer to see if he could negotiate my deal.  Maybe she would change her mind.  Maybe he could get my house for me, lawyer to lawyer.

The house was under contract.  The guy across the street got it.  He was due to close by the end of the month.  I was crushed.

Three more months had passed and still no movement;  no building permit in the window, no clean-out, no contractors giving estimates, no nothing.

My phone rang one morning.  It was my lawyer, “Want to buy a house?”.  I couldn’t believe it.  The guy across the street couldn’t come up with the cash to close, and rehab loans don’t come easy;  especially at that time.  They accepted my offer.  I had 2 months to close.

I put my condo on the market.  It sold immediately, and I closed the money pit.  I was delighted.

Refusing to burn my renovation capital on the exorbitant cost of rent in my area, I purchased an old, raggedy, 38′ RV and parked it in the driveway.  Seemed like a good idea at the time. Renting a place with 5 kids was a task, and I didn’t want to be roped into a 1 year lease.  We stayed in the RV for 3 months while I converted the detached garage into a studio apartment.  Ever have one of those moments in life when you say to yourself, “I’ll NEVER do that again”?  This was that moment.  RV living with 5 kids was gruesome.  The a/c didn’t work.  It was a junk-box. (paid $3,000)  It heated up like an oven under the summer sun.  I rigged a long garden hose with a pump from the RV to the toilette drain in the house.  Every 3 days I would have to put on rubber gloves and galoshes, and start the macerater to empty the black holding tank.  It was a dirty job.  If I missed a day, the tank would leak; gave a horrendous odor that was exasperated by the heat.  Subsequently, I would have to bleach the area and hose it down.  The grey tank we left unplugged, so there was a constant stream of soapy sink water running down the driveway.  With the dinette dropped, couch pulled out, and drop down bed above the drivers seat, it had just enough space for us to jam in, not comfortably, but it was short term.  My mom stayed with a friend.


We immediately began the clean-out.  It took eight, 40 yard dumpsters to trash all of the abandoned belongings.  As I was sorting through one of the rooms, looking for hidden treasure, I noticed a sticky note on the wall.  It was sad; made me pause a moment.  “Dave, I’ll fix the steps soon“.  The note was signed by the guy across the street.  He was referring to the same steps on which the old man had fallen.  The same crumbling, front brick steps.  Pathetic.

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The garage conversion entailed digging 4 trenches in the backyard 5′ deep to run utility lines to the garage.  Meanwhile, I applied to the Zoning Board of Appeals to tear off the roof and build a 3rd floor addition.  I knew the appeal process would take time, especially since my neighbors were fighting it.  We would move into the studio apartment until the house permit was issued and the work was complete.






The appeal process took 6 months.  I finally received the permit in December to demo the exhisting roof, build a 3rd floor addition, rear addition, basement addition and renovate the main house… just in time for winter.

First, we dug and poured a new foundation at the rear of the house to support the rear addition.





We also had to dig the basement down 3′ to gain enough head room for the basement apartment addition.  Then, poured a new basement concrete floor after the plumber was done running pvc.



I called in a concrete cutter to saw openings in the exhisting foundation for doors and windows.



It was a horrible winter. One of the worst.  Snow every other day, and roofs all over Massachusetts were caving from the weight of the thick and saturated snow.  The guys tore my roof off at the beginning of January.  It was 20 degrees outside.  We tarped the roof every night, and had to shovel snow and ice from the tarp every morning.










A Noreaster’s hit.  The tarp lines frayed in the high winds and part of the tarp detached from the house and roared in the wind like a freight train.  Everything inside got soaked.


The engineering plans called for 40 LVL’s to be placed as support for the new 3rd floor.  These are very heavy beams and would normally be boomed to the roof, but because of all of the snow, the trucking company refused to boom.  My guys had to haul the beams up by hand; back breaking work, that took 6 men, and a full day.



By February the new 3rd floor was built; and the house was gutted, re-framed and ready for completion.  I was rolling.





By the time the warm weather arrived, the house was done.  Customized to my liking, and designed to meet our needs.  Plenty of space for everyone.  We moved in.

Took a break for 6 months, then picked up where I left off.  Back to my out of town, short money rentals.

After about a year of living in the new house, I decided that I wanted to sell, and buy a boat.  Hence, the plan.

The house is currently for sale.  Once it is sold, I will post the photos of the completed renovation.  Check back later…


Coming soon: How to Get a Free House




Boat Buying Tip #1: You MUST view a boat to buy a boat

Newsflash: You can’t sell a boat that you don’t show!

They say that boats are more work than homes.  I am already witnessing this and I don’t even own a boat yet.  I have been calling, e-mailing and texting boat brokers to set up viewings of a few boats in my area.  Each boat has a different broker, and I have been unsuccessful at reaching any of them.  Oh… with the exception of the guy that cancelled my Friday morning appointment to view a Nordhaven, and, didn’t even bother to respond to my request to re-schedule.  Seriously? …I was looking forward to that showing.

Real estate brokers and Yacht brokers are very different.  Real estate brokers are hungry and pounce on their prey.  First sign of contact and WHAM, they’re on it.  They want the sale.  They know competition is fierce, and they won’t loose out.

Yacht brokers… not so much.  These guys must have some other day job, because selling boats is NOT top priority.  I can see now why boats sit on the market for years.  No one is able to view them.  Too bad for the unsuspecting seller.  They probably have no idea.

I went so far as to open a new e-mail account.  Even “Mike” can’t get a response from these guys.

The next step is to call a buyers broker and see if they will have any luck.