The older gent who'd asked earlier about Third and Marion– the ferry terminal– sidles up as we approach his stop. He's in beige slacks and a golf hat.
"How d'you like living on Bremerton?"
"Well, it's cheaper!" he replies with a smile.
"No fair, I'm a little jealous!"
"It's still up and coming. There's a lot of blue collar folk, sailors,"
"Right up my alley!" I say, tugging on my uniform collar, which really is blue. He loves this, laughing richly.
"You haven't been doing this very long, have you?"
"You know, it's been seven years."
"Whoa. Wow. They obviously sent you to finishing school!"
We're both giggling. "Something like that!"
"Seven years, and you still...."
"I still love it, by some act of magic. Fingers crossed!"
"How d'you like living on Bremerton?"
"Well, it's cheaper!" he replies with a smile.
"No fair, I'm a little jealous!"
"It's still up and coming. There's a lot of blue collar folk, sailors,"
"Right up my alley!" I say, tugging on my uniform collar, which really is blue. He loves this, laughing richly.
"You haven't been doing this very long, have you?"
"You know, it's been seven years."
"Whoa. Wow. They obviously sent you to finishing school!"
We're both giggling. "Something like that!"
"Seven years, and you still...."
"I still love it, by some act of magic. Fingers crossed!"
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