I moved aboard at the end of 1996. It was the end of the year, so a) I didn't spend much time outside, and b) neither did anyone else... It was cold, after all. But as the seasons progressed and the weather warmed, the sounds of spring filled the marina: sanders. Whenever it wasn't raining, the air was filled with sound of sanders, near and far. Multiple sanders - on G Dock, F Dock, and even as far away as the nether reaches of E Dock. People were cleaning up their teak for the annual varnish job.
But times have changed. It is no longer profitable to mine the dumpsters for scraps of teak - there are none. And the sound of sanders is gone from the marina.
Now instead what you hear is the whine of the boat detailers' buffers. Boats no longer have teak on them - it's just too expensive and too hard to keep looking good. Now they are all white fiberglass, frequently buffed by that detailer's wool pad.
Progress, I guess.
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