Years ago I met Anthony, the captain of a sleek 85-foot motoryacht that was tied up next to me at a high-end marina in the Bahamas. For a week, I saw him doing nothing but washing and polishing the boat. He had no extra crew, and he seemed lonely. When I finally noticed the name of this multimillion-dollar yacht, Useless, my curiosity made me ask him about his job, his owner and, above all, why the name Useless? With a mixture of caution and sarcasm, Anthony replied, "Oh, my owner named his boat after his wife. Need I say more? But, hey, it's a job. Thankfully, he's so busy running his business that he's hardly ever on board." I sure hope Anthony found another gig. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy.