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Selling Felix

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. - Carl Sandburg


Selling Felix, not quite as romantic as Sailing Felix. We've never been afraid to make bold moves, and so once again we are picking up the large brush and repainting the canvas of our lives with the color of change. I've been offered a marketing job with a growing manufacturing company (yes, some things are still being built in the USA!) in Palm City, FL. We'll be hauling Felix out of the water in the next week or two, winterizing her, and listing her for sale with a local yacht broker. We'll be packing up and moving to my Mom's house in Port St. Lucie, until we can find a place of our own. Work starts the first of the year, so we've got 3 weeks to move and get settled in. Ho, Ho, Ho!! Merry Christmas and we get away from the snow!!!!


Things will be hectic and busy for a while, but I'll try to keep updating this with our progress.

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