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I lived on board a boat my senior year of college. It was a power boat or 'Stink Pot' and I hated that but I was still living in a marina and nothing on earth could beat that. I spent a lot of time sailing with neighbors and grilling fish on their hibachi screwed to the aft railing of a 41' Morgan. I loved that boat and have always dreamed of owning one. I know their fat and lazy cruisers - but then - so am I. Not that I cruise but you get my point.
The Chris Craft catalog was rarely found on a sail boat. Instead, in the 80's Florida of my college youth, this was found in the heads of power boaters. Usually a retired Anchor Cranker from Mayport with a fondness for being addressed by their rank well into retirement. Unlike my telephone colonel father who, upon being addressed as colonel, always said, "Call me Fred. I'm not in the Army anymore."
Chris Craft had some cool stuff and some pretty hideous stuff. It's a nostalgia I almost hate to bring up for fear some NYC hipster is knocking off that sweat shirt in the Honduras before he finishes reading this post. Chris Craft Apparel is still around but just a shade of what it once was. Still, this Tervis Tumbler has my name written all over it.