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There's lots of trees along the streets.

It doesn't look anything like Manhattan, but not anything like the country, either.

It's just Brooklyn.

All of a sudden we're circling a golf course.

What d'you know? Right in New York City!

"Ever play golf?" The wind snatches the words out of my mouth and carries them back to Mary.

I see her mouth shaping like a "No," but no sound comes my way.

I drop back beside her and say, "I'll show you sometime. My pop's got a set of clubs I used a couple of times."

"Probably I better carry the clubs and you play. I can play tennis, though."

We pass the golf course and head down into a sort of main street.

Anyway there's lots of banks and dime stores and traffic.

Mary leads the way.

We make a couple of turns and zigzags and then go under the parkway, and there's the ferry.

It's taken us most of an hour to get from Mary's house.

I'm hoping the ferry isn't too expensive, so I'll have plenty of money left for a good lunch.

But while I'm mooning, Mary has wheeled her bike right up and paid her own fare.

Well, I guess that's one of the things I like about her.

She's independent.

Still, I'm going to buy lunch.

The ferry is terrific.

I'm going to come ride ferries every day it's windy.

The boat doesn't roll any, but we stand right up in front and the wind blows clouds of spray in our faces.

You can pretend you're on a full-rigged schooner running before a hurricane.

But you look down at that choppy gray water, and you know you'd be done if you got blown overboard, even if it is just an old ferryboat in New York harbor.

The ferry ride is fast, only about fifteen minutes.

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