I once had a friend who told me that “he knew stuff; he’d been to town and seen two dog fights and a circus.” At one end of the main strip in Branson, Missouri, is the front half of the Titanic in its nearly full-size glory, the other half presumably sunk. Passing the ship…
Yogi Berra said “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” He must have watched me try to navigate strange streets in a strange car. We have specific roles as we motor across America. I drive and Lydia navigates. She is quite adept at map reading and sign recognition. I’m not. I’m…
So, there we were, 400 passengers and all our luggage lined up at the top of the dock. The scene was reminiscent of a breakout from the old folk’s home. (Keeping in mind that Lyd and I are probably the youngest passengers and that the median age onboard is closer to 78 than to…
We had landed at New Madrid during the night, landed because the captain had nosed the boat into the mud at the bank rather than pulling up to a dock. The gangways were already down by the time I got to the café and claimed a two top at the rail. I did not…
WiFi and internet are tenuous at best on the river. (Truly we have discovered this is the case across much of the country. Our electronic cover is more of a lace antimacassar, read full of holes, than a blanket.) For the most part we have spent this week oblivious to the important decisions being…
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