They're still pulling sunken sailboats, tugboats and fishing boats out of Clear Lake south of Houston. It is amazing to see them. They're all covered with thick coats of mud, as sunken treasure looks when it has been brought up after hundreds of years.
Today, Kay and I went to the shipyard to photograph the sight. We were promptly informed that it was a construction site and that unless we owned one of the boats we couldn't be there. Of course, you KNOW, that I said, "Of course we own one", with a twinkle in my eyes. The man let us wander around.
Unfortunately, not being computer literate, I have no idea how to download those photos since I'm not at my own computer. However, tomorrow, I will be at the "computer guru" brother's house and if there is a way to download, he'll know it. So, if you get to see the photos it will be thanks to him.
I stood and looked at the skeletons of joyful times. Of people's dreams for fun and sun. I was sad for the owners, many of who probably don't even know their boats are sitting in this yard.
I asked the man how these people would or could get their boats back. He said if they don't come and pay the fee that was accrued from the rescue that they will break up the boats and put them in the dumpsters or haul them off. Good grief, these are large boats.
Seeing all these sunken dreams reminded me of 1987 - Fort Worth, Texas. I had gone up to meet with an insurance company who had foreclosed on an office building in downtown Ft. Worth called Executive Plaza. They wanted my firm to update and renovate the interior public spaces of the building to bring it to ADA standards and codes. As we walked floor to floor and through abandoned office suite after office suite, I truly felt physically ill. It was beyond imagination that the downturn in the oil business had sunken and halted the lives of so many. I'll never forget that feeling.
I had a similar feeling today, but of course, not to the same degree. A boat is one thing, a livelihood is another.