As a child safely asleep at night in the car with my parents, I’d awaken just enough to feel the vibration and mild rumbling of the engines of the Bolivar-Galveston Ferry, and I’d be lulled back to sleep. I knew my whereabouts from many past experiences.

I’d think, “Oh, we’re on the ferry.” That’s how normal were ferry rides in my life.

Facts correspondent Buddy Scott is director of His Love Counseling Services in Lake Jackson.

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Father of Six

The good ole days. When I was young we rode the ferry for entertainment as well. I can remember driving to Hobby and watching planes take off and land for entertainment too. What a great part of the world to grow up in! Don't let the politicians flame fear or steal your joy!

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