Dang, even up here in Iowa, it's a w-i-i-i-i-de river. Currently calm and smooth-flowing, but as you can see by the second photo, if you live near the river you've got to be willing to die by the river...
The first time a sailor crosses the equator there's a whole ritual the other crew members perform. Maybe we should have something like that the first time you cross the Mississippi. Like, well, they sit you in a chair, take a blue marker and draw a long, squiggly line from just above your eyebrows (label it "Lake Itaska") down to your navel (label it, "New Orleans") and put an X on the line to indicate where it was you crossed. Just a thought.
No comments:
Post a Comment