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From: John Rand

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Have you seen this before? 
Oprah had been using it for over a year! 

from: John Rand

Hi! How are you?

Have you seen this before? Oprah had been using it for over a year!
John Rand

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Hi! It was shown in Oprah's show


John Rand

About the Dream

I do not remember a time when thoughts about a sailing adventure did not seep from the depths of my sub-conscience whenever my mind wandered.  As a child flicking with Mom through the pages of Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are, I had ideas of "voyaging" just as Max did in the children's book. My playing and fishing as a youngster around the beaches, tidal lakes and marshlands of the Charleston's "low country" also lent itself to daydreaming about chasing birds, fish and shells on boats. These ideas of voyaging under sail were possibly planted when my father whispered, "See the boat, Jack?"  in my little ear every time we crossed the Ashley or Cooper River bridges.  

Mom and I moved to the Ashley House in downtown Charleston when I was 5 and my living there, next to the Charleston City Marina, and going to its sailing camp left me permanently imprinted to the water. I spent afternoons and most Saturdays walking along the docks, throwing my cast net, selling bait to the sport fishermen or just fetching seafood for dinner, per mom's request. Up there, from our 12th floor condo, our view spanned from Fort Sumter at the harbor's entrance all the way up the Ashley River to the Charleston City Marina. Mom and I kept constant surveillance on the comings and goings of all the boats along the Ashley River. Over breakfast, on the balcony before school, we discussed the seasonal movements of the shrimpers and sailors alike. I have always felt a draw to boats and sure I often dreamed of them as a boy, but never truly believing that one day I would sail across every ocean!

My teens and 20s offered no sailing experiences but I always dreamed of adventure. The long ago planted seed of a dream lay dormant until I went out on a triple date, a sailing adventure in a rented sailboat in the San Diego harbor. That following year, 1998, I found myself working as a biologist on a Pacific Cod long liner fishing on the Bering Sea. After 72 continuous days working offshore, on the F/V Lilli Anne, I returned safely to Seattle. Then I rode south on my 1983 Honda Magna, back home to San Diego. By November, after 4 months working in Alaska, I had a notion of what life at sea was like and a pocket full of cash. After a week sleeping on my buddy Tom Zitrides's couch, I bought my first sailboat. She was a sky blue 1971, Cal 27 Sloop. I had paid only 1500 USD and finally, the long dormant seed of a dream was germinating at the ripe old age of 24.