Throughout the decade, my grandparents used to rent a site at the Bourne Scenic Campground for an entire summer in their Coachman trailer. Usually they'd get a site overlooking the canal. I'd stay with them for a week. I always looked forward to it. One night, circa 1975, a cruise liner passed through the canal, right in front of their site. The ship honked its horn, music was blaring, and the passengers were hollering out greetings to the campers and vice verse. It caused quite a commotion. And I slept through the whole damn thing...