February 17, 2007: Zen and the Washington State Ferries
Sheryl and I are up in Seattle again, making the short run across the Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island. But even in this idyllic environment, the world is not very far off. The Coast Guard is here with their little run-abouts, guarding the ferry on a beautiful day, the snow-capped Olympics in the background. I am trying to ignore the sad troglodytes in our Congress who seem to have little regard for their own futures or anybody else's. Have a nice Saturday.
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Have a wonderful day. Bainbridge is one of my very favorite places - been there four times. Great drive to a very pretty park at the north east end. Fabulous driftwood.
Can't think of the Washington State Ferries without recalling the time we took that same ferry to Bainbridge Island on our way to the Olympic peninsula. About 20 minutes out of Seattle the ferry stopped. The captain announced that we were stopping for a burial at sea, and sure enough we did.
A small family group--with a small bouquet--gathered on the aft deck as the huge boat slowed to a stop. They stepped to the edge of the stern and the boat hushed. The family cast the ashes into the sound. Then a woman threw the flowers into the water. It was very moving, not at all creepy. Even the humanists of the Pacific Northwest seemed to adopt the correct tone. Oddly enough, it makes me smile even today. Ahoy, unknown mate--and thanks.
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