HAPPY HOLIDAYS and THANKS for placing your trust in me and my survey practice this year. As a marine surveyor there is nothing more exciting than to receive a call requesting my services down at the water’s edge. I absolutely love the challenges each vessel presents and the trust you place in me and my expertise.
As many of you may know, I was a stockbroker prior to entering the boatyard business and that I wrote a book about my experiences.(The one with the horrible title) For 13 years I learned a great deal about the financial markets while earning the trust of hundreds of clients serving their needs.
So, after a long and windy road around our waterfronts, Tina and I have decided that I return to Wall Street. I am incredibly excited about bringing my passion and personal experiences in the trenches of small business to bear assisting clients with their needs and challenges.
I will be starting next week with a major firm and will continue to provide marine survey services for you when requested.
I look forward to working with you in 2016 and may your Holiday Season be filled with Joy and Happiness!
My first few weeks in Alameda found me residing in a company owned travel trailer beneath an enormous steel roof in an industrial storage yard on the west side of an old navy base. The Alameda Naval Base closed in the 1990′s leaving behind a distopian grid of empty streets and oversized concrete industrial buildings. Like weeds springing from broken concrete an eclectic collection of businesses have taken hold in a few of the gymnasium sized buildings. Countless others stand dark with shattered windows and peeling paint.
Around 430 every morning a lone stake bed truck would rattle and roll into our company yard clanging and banging. Loudly shouting in an unidentifiable dialect, the sole occupant exited and commenced beating an empty oil barrel with a steel rod.The ringing percussions created a hellish harmonic pulsing down from the steel roof through my spaceship thin aluminum trailer walls straight into my ice cold ear drums.
The expletive screaming visitor would relentlessly continue the tortue for about 5 minutes and then after screaming one last blast, he would get back into the truck, slam the door and leave the compound. So this was my wakeup call for weeks but I could only laugh in reflection. I concluded that my life wasn’t that bad afterall. True I was living far away from home in an old trailer beneath a large steel roof but as best as I could recall I had never felt the need to beat an empty steel barrel while swearing into the predawn sky. Obviously this poor soles wife and children had driven him into a place far worse than I had found myself. I laughed again thinking how lucky I was to have a family who had not allowed me to devolve to such a state. Yet…
Here is a great question. At least I believe it to be. When did the first person head out into the bay on a sailboat solely in pursuit of pleasure? After a few clicks I travelled back in time to the Bay of Naples and to a beach enclave in the shadow of Mt. Vesuvius called Herculaneum. The Martha’s Vineyard of its time to be sure.
In its heyday over 2400 years ago Herculaneum’s beaches were lined with the vacation homes of Italy’s one per centers. They would spend their days in pursuit of pleasure as Epicurus advised, sequestering for peace and freedom from fear and pain. Good stuff to be sure.
Unfortunately in 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius put an end to Herculaneum and the people who resided there but no volcanic eruption, earthquake, hurricane or financial melt down can permanently erase the lifestyle they had perfected.
I suggest that on your next visit to the water’s edge and as you see your harbor come into view, remember that your goal is geographically ubiquitous and scattered all along the human timeline.
Have a great week end on the water! AK