“For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand” (2 Timothy 4:6).
These days, to ride the Fort Morgan ferry across Mobile Bay to Dauphin Island, the cost for one car and two passengers is $27. That’s up considerably since the last time my wife and I rode it with our grandson. Grant was about six, as I recall.
We had arrived at the ferry landing and took our place in line with other cars. I bought the ticket and we were milling around waiting for the ferry to arrive from the north shore. Grant was apprehensive.
“Grandpa, are we going to cross that river?” I assured him we were.
“But there’s no bridge. Are we going to drive out in the water?”
I explained about the ferry boat.
“Grandpa, I’m afraid.”
I said, “Grant, you are with grandpa and grandma. Do you know how much we love you? We are going to take care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”
A half hour later, in the middle of Mobile Bay and standing on the deck of the ferry, my beloved grandson looked up, beaming. “Grandpa, this is fun.”
I smile at the memory. It was indeed fun.
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