I walk down the aisle of the ferry and see that only middle seats are left. It's OK. There's one in front that has a wide view of the sky. I can see the green-grey waters stirring ahead. It'll work.
I've just boarded from the San Francisco Ferry Building after a long and happy lunch with an old friend. I'm expecting a business call. I sit down, open my iPad with its wireless keyboard, place my phone on my thigh. I glance around. Most of the passengers are either gazing into or talking on their phones. I catch pieces of their lives.
"No, no, I'm OK. I'm just coming down with a cold."
"Will you actually make a profit after all this?"
"Well, do you want to get together this weekend?"