Crunch Time
The weather was bad, as is often the case in late autumn in northern Florida. The sky was gray in some patches and black in others, the mercury was hovering around 55 degrees, a cold, steady rain was pouring down, and because of all this, my buddy Dave and I were not even remotely enjoying our annual trip to the boatyard. Indeed, Dave looked pretty darn grim sitting there beside me on the fiying
