My dad would watch him work on the boat, at little at a time. I think when we moved into the area, the guy had most of the shell finished but not quite all of it.
When he first mentioned building a boat out of cement, I could not picture that. At 14, all I knew was that cement was used to put around people's feet when the mob wanted to get rid of someone permanently or it was used in patios. It honestly blew my mind.
My dad took time to talk about how the boat is built in such a way as to distribute the weight so the boat actually floated. I even remember my dad going to the book store (this was before online places) to order books on the topic.
Dad never got the boat of his dreams built and I honestly don't know if the neighbor ever finished his boat. My sister is the one who bought a lovely sailing boat that she and her husband regularly take out. She talks about when they retire, selling off their house and heading out into the sunset.
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