I first took the ferry from Boston to Provincetown when I was twelve or thirteen… what I remember most about it was that it was the best day of my life! My father had made some sort of sale and wanted to celebrate, so we all (my parents, my brother Alan and I) boarded the […]
All the travelers acted as though it were some marvelous physical feat, jumping off the pier… but we did it for money.
Whales and a ferry… Not a typical recipe for romance. But that weekend getaway with the girls became so much more!
The ferry ride from Boston was always a work opportunity for Jack, but this Parisian stranger brought a new surprise.
It was August 1946 and somehow I just kept meeting my husband. But that ferry ride to Boston changed our lives forever.
