The John F. Kennedy ferry will soon be retired. Newer shinier boats will take the place of the old wooden benches, the vinyl floors, the worn boxes holding life-saving equipment.
It was the ferry of childhood escapes and teenage escapades. It was the refuge from bitter nights and lonely afternoons. It was the rarest of rare moments when one day in 1977 the captain let a friend and me steer it briefly across the harbor.
The Mariner took many a trip on that old boat to woo and court me.
And for our first journey as a married couple we traveled from this home to another.
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