In 1973, I bought my first “real” waterski – a Wiley. Early in our marriage, having no money, Paul sold us an unfinished blank and explained how to finish and set up the ski as only Paul could. We still have both skis. Over the years, Wiley’s provided us skis, vests, wetsuits, ropes, gloves, and many accessories. As we walked into the store on one occasion, Paul hollered, “Clean up your language! Lady in the shop!” Within moments, the language returned to normal in the iconic shop filled with posters and smells of varnish and sawdust. That day, we left with a new ski bag. Thanks for the great times. Our condolences to the family.
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