Me, My Boat, and Eleven - What’s Going On?
For your amusement and comment (post or private mail).
The boat is a Catalina 320, ordered late spring 1999, and after a hurricane delay in delivery from California, the boat became mine in the dealer’s muddy, flooded out office at 411 Main Street at a temporary desk on September 11, 1999. I have enjoyed the boat, have had no serious problems, and am happy with it. The boat hull length is 32.5 ft., and most builders would have called it a 33. Beam is 11’-9”. Displacement is 11,700 lbs. Control lines, 11 of them, are led aft to the cockpit. The boat is one of a few that had “deep” wing keels, and has a draft of 4’-10.5”, which if correct, would be a draft of 4’-11” to nearest inch. There are 11 opening ports or hatches into living areas. And there are 11 major components to the standing rigging (stays, shrouds, mast). This boat replaced a 1977 Kells 28, which I owned for 22 years. So?
Over the years, a strange association with “11” has developed. I don’t look for it. It locates me. Eleven or multiples of 11 or digits totaling to 11 seem nearly everywhere.
My house number happens to be 511. And the house before that, 211. And the river condo is 110. My first job was paperboy at 11, delivering on 11th Street. My work career lasted 33 years., followed by early retirement at 56. Driving to work was on Hwy 11. Of investment properties, acquired along the way, about 60 percent had 11 in the address or were bought in years having multiples of 11. Just so you know, one buys investment properties when and where suitable properties are available, not for a certain address number. Even my social security number has 11’s. And my birthday, and my wife and son’s birthdays. My phone number. And names of ships that I was on in the Navy. And many, many more; most of which were things that I had no control over.
I enjoy fishing and have a Pursuit 1950 with a Yamaha 115 for that. I’ve always liked being near the ocean and a few years ago, my wife and I began a serious cottage search, with a very definite set of criteria…location, proximity to water, size, age, cost, condition, and a natural setting. In 2011, we found it. Just one, no alternates. A 22 year old cottage. The house number: 611….honest, we didn’t get it for the number. The fishing boat was to be stored in a storage yard near the marina ramp. At first, the yard was full, but a single space came open and I took it. The number: 111.
So there you have it…me, my boat(s) and eleven. It is a little strange, isn’t it? In numerology, 11 is a big deal, but frankly, I don't understand or follow numerology.