Remembering a Simpler Time

In this case, it's NOT the journey, it's getting there...there, being the ferry line. You've survived the road rage and the tangle at the bridges and slalomed your way down the long and winding road to your first glimpse of the sea. You're next in line! There, waiting to swallow your vehicle in its enormous belly, is the most beautiful steel behemoth, it's innards aglow with a limeade and orange Popsicle sunset, to slosh you to paradise. And there, over to the side, past the no-longer neon vending machines, the sun washes it's prophetic last light over the walls of the Steamship terminal, tired but faithfully dispensing tickets, chowders and passengers for so many years, her loyal service the stuff of memories.