There was the time my sister and I were waiting at the ferry dock in Seattle and my mother never arrived to take us where we should be going and we didn't have any money to get back to the island and the ferry dock workers, who were men, just kind of tsked about their disapproval of negligent parents and let us ride back to the island for free. I suppose that wouldn't happen today. But I don't really know.
I have a healer friend that I met in this part of the world who moved up to Whidbey Island. I should get back in touch with her and see how she's doing. She seemed to really like it up there, the last time we corresponded, which was earlier this year.
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