Just because you are out on your boat, that doesn't mean your mundane housekeeping duties that you are used to doing at home have somehow magically disappeared. That is the case with doing laundry, and when out cruising it means you're doing laundry at a marina's laundromat or at a local laundry. Such is the case here in Jacksonville.
The marina we're at, Huckins Yacht Company, does not have much in the way of shoreside facilities. But we do have a rent-a-car. So off to a local laundromat we go.
The laundromat we chose, a short distance from the marina, has the very nondescript name of 'Laundry'. It is owned by the sandwich store next door to it. Its name is 'The Goal Post Sandwich Shop'. So far so good.
The owners of the restaurant and laundry are middle-eastern, There is an African-American woman there, as well as a very youngish looking Asian young lady. She was the waitress.
Her name was Nessa and she was not a direct immigrant. In fact she was a typical young American girl in the finest traditions: chirpy, smiling, happy and a bundle of cuteness. When she brought our food to us I asked her about herself.
"Let me guess," I said, "you're a college student, right?"
She perked up. Apparently, she liked talking about herself a little bit. And she had a good story to tell. She said that she was attending a local smaller nearby college (Back where I'm from we'd likely say it was a junior college.) and that next year she was transferring to the University of North Florida, also located in Jacksonville. I asked her what her major was. Her response was both funny and amazing at the same time.
"Well, I'll have a degree in biology. I love biology." Good for her. She then went on. "And I'll also have a degree in astrodynamics just in case I get into NASA."
Just in case? She gets into NASA? Getting into NASA is her backup plan?
By the way ... she's only 17. When I was 17 I was still trying to figure girls out. (Still working on that.) She's prepping for pre-med and wanting to get shot into space.
There's hope for the future. We're in good hands, folks.