Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
This is the replacement t/t scout, with 4 outboard and blah blah blah. The owner thought that the city marina across the street from his a1a top floor penthouse was trying to charge him too much for a slip that he can see looking down from his "penthouse". The city marina has set summer and winter rates that we all pay yet this rich man who lives on the top floor of a building off of Las olas and a1a on fort Lauderdale beach. A man who replaced a perfectly good "scout" with this $800000 junk and doesn't want to pay the same rate as you or I.