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Written Sunday, June 29, 2003. On Friday, when I left the office, I took the ferry from Manhattan to Hoboken.  It was the first day this year that felt like summer, and it was a beautiful day on the river.  I found it so suddenly relaxing to sit and idly watch the waves churn and froth.  On these ferry trips, I've long since stopped staring at the gash in the skyline where the World Trade Center used to be.  This Friday, for a few minutes, a small boat sped alongside and past us.  There were two men at the helm, and they wore the distinctive orange-colored floatation vests that said, "U.S. Coast Guard."  They looked like they were hot, focus