Move Over, Gilligan!
I like to look good. If you stop by my North Florida ranchero most any time, I’ll want you to think good thoughts about me, like, “Wow, this guy’s got a helluva spread here. And look at that shop he has out back—all those tools hung up neatly on a giant pegboard. He must really know what he’s doing.”
The syndrome gets worse when it comes to boats. If you stop by the ol’ most any time, I’ll not only want
