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[[strikethrough]] ticket [[/strikethrough]] tag were fastened on my bags as they came up on a long escalator - I followed tagged bags & man with my things on my arm and a thin [[?]] in the rite [[right]] hand, to the gangplank. Meanwhile - the boat was unseen. The gang plank was covered. (so old maids could pretend they were brides?) and I, all a twitter, trotted up the rather steep incline into the boat, deck A. It was only 20 below zero out - so as soon as my things were in my room I went out near the winding stair - way to see folks arrive - started to feel lonesome and wish Bud & Janet were here to go investigating with me - that I'd ask for