I continued to looked at many other boats, web sites, and forums over the following years. Still not sure why, but I always found my way back to that Luger web site.
Those Lugers must be good boats. They were made to be finished by any handyma ..er ..person. We all know how dangerous that bunch can be. Not only did they float back then, they're still floating thirty years later.
I didn't need a piano to fall on my head to decide a boat like the Luger would do. Which one? My house is a hundred feet from the lake. I'm going to camp out on a boat? The 21 will fit in my garage. Done deal.
Now the interesting part. I live in Manitoba. Not exactly the sailing capital of the world. For two years I've been buying the local RV Trader magazine. Thousands of items for sale, motor homes, boats, ATV's, trailers etc. etc. etc. During all that time, three sailboats. Now what do I do?
Easy. Buy the next edition of the RV Trader, and there it is. A Luger 21, trailer, eight horse Honda, lifejackets, flares, cushions, port-a-potty, everything. All it needs is water. Coincidence? Not a chance. The Fates at it again.
I've got two cats and a dog. Two were Humane Society goners, history, down the tube. In both cases it was a long series of unusual events that brought me to them just before they were done in. The third was a homeless mother cat with kittens. Imagine how many people were waiting in line to take her in. Could write a story about each of them.
What were the chances things would have worked out the way they did? There's no use trying to calculate the odds. You couldn't do the math, they didn't make enough zeros.
I'm not sure why the five of us were brought together. Must be a reason. An old boat, an old guy, two cats and a dog. Sitting on a lot at the lake that I can't explain why I bought in the first place.
Perhaps the Fates just gave me the job of caring for an old boat and a few stray critters.