So I was on vacation for a few days last week, and I was hoping to escape anything having to do with the news…
No such luck.
I arrived at the ferry landing at Pt. Judith, Rhode Island (en route to Block Island) only to find a fleet of TV live trucks. Ever the journalist, I asked the woman at the ticket window what was happening. She replied: “I’m not allowed to say anything.”
Translation: This is big.
Turns out one of the ferries that plies the 12-mile run had collided in the fog with another vessel — which happened to be a Coast Guard cutter!
Thankfully, no one had to swim for it. Especially since the water is still a little nippy up there. (Actually, a little nippy is as good as it gets. A lot nippy is the norm.)
The M.V. Block Island was able to make port just fine. But as you can see, she has a pretty good ding above the waterline.
Certainly, I thought, I wouldn’t encounter any other excitement during my 3-day stay. Oh, yeah? Come back to the Factory tomorrow.
My next brush with news was even better.

