A Hundred Years Ago – or so it seems, although by the date on the front page, I see that it was actually 27 years past – I wrote this article about what was then my life. Sometimes I think I really miss that life. Well, maybe not that life, but certain parts of it. I miss the good friends I had there. I miss the ferry rides (but not the nights when I missed the last ferry getting home from the mainland, or the days when getting in the car lane an hour early still wasn’t soon enough to make it on). I miss the small town life and sitting on my deck watching and listening for the whales.