Coincidence

Doctor J sat across from me, looking at the photographs of kayaks on my wall. Not the basketball player, but a psychiatrist who works for me and was waiting for me to complete a phone call. I hung up.

“That silver boat is pretty.”

“Yes, but the main reason for buying it is that it does a lot of things pretty good and doesn’t get damaged easily.”

“Sounds like the reasoning for selecting your number two (associate director).”

“I suppose you could say that.”

“You may use the same yardsticks for picking your employees or friends as you do your kayaks.”

“That would be for you to say.”

She smiled and shrugged. “No, for you.”

We completed our business and she headed back into the fray. I turned and contemplated the pictures.

There was the Yukon, the boat that merits the longest tenure in a fleet that I continuously tweak. It’ll carry a load under all kinds of conditions and remains pretty steady. Hmmm. I could think of a paddling friend like that. She willingly helps shoulder all our burdens and is the rock of the group.

Then, there’s the Night Hawk. Extremely high quality, but also gorgeous, sleek and sexy. The image of a woman I know sprang to mind.

The Fun is aptly named. Bouncy, adventurous and just a whole lot of fun bundled in a smaller package. Just makes you smile. Another paddler I know.

The Tourer has many good qualities and is very predictable. My ex.

The Pyranha is another fun kayak, but puts me in the mood to try things I probably shouldn’t. I can think of several guys like that.

With the Ricochet, everything is about setting and achieving high goals. One of my best friends incarnate

Probably just coincidence..