Today I've been prepping for this weekend's Inland Waterways Festival at Marietta, Ohio. That's a quote from Mike Fink, the Ohio River keelboatman and all 'round loud, wild, strong and unstoppable character of folklore. He'll figure in my stories tomorrow, along with Paul Bunyan (whose heel left the dent that became the Great Bend of the Ohio River at Ravenswood) and a few other critters and characters.
Only say that you'll be mine, and in no other arms entwine, down beside where the waters flow, down by the banks of the Ohio.
Can't leave out this 19th century ballad either, a tale of murderous love and regret. So many good stories to tell, but I hope to find time for all of them.
Back to work now. Or is it back to play? Working on stories is as much fun as watching a good movie, and probably more relaxing for me.
And I can out-feather, out-jump, out-hop, out-ski, throw down and whup any man on the river.
That's Mike bragging again.
Bye for now. Mike and I have some talking to do. That boy never did learn to behave.