When I was a kid we lived in St. Louis for three years.  For the 4th of July
one year the family went down to the river to watch the fireworks.  It was a
warm and breezy, starry night and I don't remember the fireworks.  What I do
remember is the music.  Barges came down the river carrying folksingers --
Peter, Paul & Mary  singing "If I had a hammer" is what I remember.  The music
would come down river, around the bend, before the barge came into view, then
it would slowly float by -- maybe stop for a while, I don't remember -- and
then move on out of sight, with the music wafting behind them.  One of those
golden memories and, you know, I just don't think there is another river like
it in the world.

Polly Trump
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