tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953756654944070779.post959620201429876168..comments2019-09-08T18:06:06.221-04:00Comments on Summerhood Island Journal: Anywhere but hereAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071853361055859737noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953756654944070779.post-72975127120561701252013-03-04T21:53:07.940-05:002013-03-04T21:53:07.940-05:00(This might be the Alert II--I honestly can't ...(This might be the Alert II--I honestly can't remember.) Dad, Laura, and I had missed our flight from Greensboro because Peggy's wedding gift, a lead crystal bowl, sent up flares with airport security. We got a flight the next day, sure we would miss the boat which was supposed to leave at 9:00am or something. Pulling onto the pier at *12:20pm*, we rejoiced--the Alert was still in port! It was pelting rain, and the seas were swoll up, but an hour later, the ferry chugged out of the harbor, with most of the wedding party on it. Shawn's mother, nauseated and petrified, held on to the metal bar on the top of her seat, feet spread wide for stability (she looked like a starfish), as we dropped into the trough of each swell, but at 20 years old, I thought it was a fantastic ride. The next day, Peg got married in the sunshine.Amyhttp://avidbruxist.com/blog/noreply@blogger.com