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First things first. His name is Colby Fisher and his boat is named Tabasco. It is a red (Duh)42' Palmer Johnson. Colby is a retired Captain from the Army (just means he quit/with retirement). He lives in Amsterdam in the summer and his girlfrind's name is ???. I forgot, but she is cute.So, he is anchored on the North side of Key West. He might charge you for a sail as he has a website called Sailtabasco.com. But, if you take a 6 pack of Milwaukees Best and tell him he needed the Beast! then give him a 12 pack of some good brew, he might not charge you. Tell him Tom a.k.a. Letterman sent you and he might, just might take you out for free. If he doesn't, tell him to give you a discount. Colby is short (about 5'7) speaks several languages and is a true Imp. He is always into mischief, some good, some not so. I met him in Cleveland three years ago where and when he bought Tabasco. He was working on the boat when the yard guys told him "If you are going to sail to Florida, then you need to take Tom, especially since you never sailed a boat before!" We met at the yard when I went over to tell him I was going home for the night and he was the last one there and to lock the gate. He introduced himself and I did likewise when he said "Tom? Of Tom's Foolery?" Of course I smiled and we drank all his beer, and mine, before I ever left the boat that night. I agreed to join him for the sail South, and teach him how to sail, as soon as I knew the condition of my sister, who was very ill. She made things easy for all of us by taking her own life. She stopped taking her meds...31 pills a day...and died three days later, never leaving the Cleveland Clinic. It was very courageous, to say the least.So, I quit my job at Costco, had my stuff packed, and joined Colby right after the funeral. We sailed together, sometimes in harmony, sometimes not, to Miami! Took two months and we drank a lot of beer. The America replica. Her masts are carbon fiber painted to look like wood. She drafts very little, like 4 feet, and she sails up to 25 knots. I know this because a few years ago I tried desperately to pick up the girl selling tickets for the cruise. She was cute as can be and told me the story of the replica.