Oh dear... The pictures never seem to order themselves in the manner intended by me. Though I may be their author, there is a certain random chaos to the way they arrive on paper...or on blog! The Mississippi River had a strength and magic which was almost tangible. We were about to dive in for a refreshing dip when a jovial voice behind us said: "You're not from around here, are you?" (I love Southern accents! I actually found myself speaking with one whenever I engaged in conversation with a Southerner!!) "Naaaaw," I drawled in response. "The undertows are so strong that your children would be dragged miles downriver and fished up covered with mud, brown, even with their life-jackets on..."