Paul finally wore me down...

A few weeks ago, Paul and I were up in Heber enjoying the nice weather, and Paul noticed a flyer that there would be an auction at the Catholic Church and what actually caught his eye is the church was auctioning off a 20ft. ski boat. We have had boats all our married life from an 18th ft. open bow to a 32 ft Uniflite tri-level boat that we kept docked at one of the local lakes. When we sold that last boat, I was so happy. Do you know what the meaning of boat is? B=break, O=out, A=another, T=thousand dollars. Insurance, gas, food, drinks, etc. was killing us in expenses, not to mention that we had to pay for the slip payment since we could not haul this boat back and forth from the lake. Anyway, sorry, I digressed. At the auction the final item was the boat. The man who was doing the auction said that boat (a 1988 boat) was starting at $4800 and they would not go any lower. That scared off most of the men who were there to bid on the boat, except my husband. After everyone was gone, he approached the auctioneer with a bid of $3,000, the auctioneer asked the Parish Priest, and like I said, he wore me down and we bought a boat.

Paul and a buddy of his went up to Heber and picked it up and took it straight down here to Phoenix and put it on one of the lakes to make sure there were no problems. It ran great. Then the following week, Paul and I took it out to another one of our lakes. It’s a great boat to go to the lake for the day, and Paul has used it every weekend since we got it. He’s a hit with some of the guys he works with since he’s taken them out to the lake.