The Boat Show, the Boat Show, Over Fifty Years Ago…

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For some reason, the annual Seattle Boat Show feels like a turning point of sorts.  Even though winter is far from over, and there is plenty of nasty weather on the way, I feel like there is light at the end of the tunnel.  I start planning projects and thinking about the season’s upcoming trips.

It’s not just now – I felt the same way when I was a kid, attending the Big Seattle Boat Show in the King Dome.  Our family, along with another family that we did a lot of boating with would go each year – for several years – and it was a pretty big deal.

My friend, Lisa, and I would each grab the first free bag we could get our hands on and begin our trek through all the vendors on the floor and levels of the dome.  There wasn’t a brochure, button, ink pen, free sample, or sticker that didn’t end up stuffed into our, by the end of the day, jam-packed bags.

I think I wore an “I’m a boat nut” button on my jacket through a good part of third grade.  Yes, I was that cool.

I’ll be there later this week.  I’ll grab the first free bag I can get my hands on, but I won’t pick up every

For a closer look at the pictures above, visit my Old Boating Literature page.