MV TENACITY had clung tenaciously to her anchorage just across from Riverbend for almost a week but this morning she upped anchor and moved downstream. We spoke to each other only in passing, and at night she was a distant voice in the darkness, just as on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Well, I don't know about darkness because it's a bright and beautiful morning, but the silence is absolute. Longfellow would have loved it here.
