What is it with me and ferries lately? Every time I step on a ferry, it starts to downpour. This was the queue for the ferry leaving Oak Bluffs on Martha's Vineyard the other day. Not having an umbrella, my sister and I took shelter underneath the eaves of the Harbormaster's office. I had to laugh when I saw that they were watching a movie while supposedly working. How many times I've done this, I couldn't even count. But not in full view of a nosy public, however.
