As I write this, I am sitting on a boat dock in Newport Beach, CA. It's really not so much a boat dock as it is a yacht dock. These boats have 30-foot masts and massive cabins. As I look around at all of the beautiful wood grains and spit-shined chrome banisters on these lavish vessels, I can't help but think about the tremendous amount of maintenance and upkeep there must be to keep them looking so pristine.
Boats always make me a little nostalgic. Growing up, my dad owned a boat dealership in west Texas. It was bass boats instead of yachts, and the desert instead of the beach, but I spent a lot of my Saturdays as a kid spit-shining boats.