We were right under each other's noses all along. At first, literally. When my (Mallory) parents drove me up to New England to spend a semester away on Martha's Vineyard for a "school of rock" few months with 30 other students, we got on the ferry from Woods Hole, MA. My dad and I stood on the deck, looking down at the water. My dad was explaining to me how the ferry worked, making a few guesses as to what various gears were for. Then we looked down at the smaller ferry