Ever since I was a child,I loved going into my father’s place of work. He had the street view corner office of Allied Marine and would bring me along some weekends. He sat dominant at a teak desk with old diver’s coins shellacked into the frame. Salesman of the year awards hung proudly around the brim of his office, while numerous photos of my two older brothers, me and our mother hung prominently at eye level.
As I sat and drew 2-dimensional outlines of sportfishing vessels, my father would simultaneously test the lean of his office chair and the decibels of his voice while jovially taking sales calls. When he was finished, he would lock up and we would head home to play pick-up basketball with my brothers, followed by dinner as a family. The yacht industry was different back then. He would sometimes be gone for weeks, sent overseas to countries, like Italy for introduction on the newly created vessels, or be put up in fancy hotels along with my mother, just for corporate meetings. My father even received a brand-new Mercedes one year for being the top yacht broker. From my perspective, everything changed in a flash. The economy crashed, the hurricanes hit, record lows across the country were being recorded, and something had to change.
My family, beginning in my father, found no solace in giving up. He could have ended his career in yacht sales right then, and no one would be able to blame him. Instead, my father looked for ways to reach more clients, to be more easily accessible than a phone call, and to provide for his wife and children. Together, he and our mother started a monthly newsletter, highlighting every listing and available vessel they could feature. While our father wrote the specifications and info for each yacht, it was my mother who became the powerhouse behind the feature. She spearheaded the design and editing, and wrote special articles monthly, offering a range of nautical related pieces to clients and owners, even monthly food recipes.