I am committed to buying the Newport which means I have to commit to selling Polka Dot. What an incredibly odd feeling, it's like I'm abandoning her. I'm not going to get so sentimental that I'll not take the money but I really hope I can send her off to a good family.
Sunday is supposed to finally be good weather, so I have people lined up from 10A to 1P to see the boat. I anticipate it to be more like a teenage daughter's Dad sitting in the study grilling her date about his intentions than a sales pitch. "Where do you see yourself in five years, young man?" The answer had better be more sailing every weekend than letting my boat wither away in some rundown marina in Alameda.
I'll let them know I'll be checking in every once in a while so they'd better behave.