On the day before Thanksgiving, the 3:15 boat was fully booked. The line for the 4:30 boat bent around twice and filled all the available luggage carts. The sky was lowering, clouds raced above and a spray of salt water blew over us. Good spirits burned in small campfires; lots of luggage, lots of strollers, lots of puppies nosing their way around for a snack. Forty guys with lunch pails stepped off the boat. Three hundred with strollers and backpacks stepped on.