In the not-so-good ol' days, it was an annual rite of spring to head down to the boatyard with a palm sander and dust mask and come home covered head to toe with last year's bottom paint. If you were lucky and it was windy, some of the toxic swirl that surrounded you for hours might blow away. On the other hand, if you were downwind and your neighbor was doing the same, well, you might end up with a double dose of copper-loaded joy. Yes, the yards of yore were rustic. Flowers, or what passed for them, would sprout up between broken cradles, upended engine blocks, old lead keels, and rusting paint and solvent cans. And boat owners could pretty much do what they wanted when it came to cleaning, maintenance, and repairs as long as the bill was paid.