The biggest problem this mate had with the stage was automobiles parked too close to shore. Once we scraped a scratch from end to end of a beautifully kept Pontiac. When the owner came by I expected a lot of yelling, but he calmly remarked, "I shouldn't have parked so close," got in it and drove away.
On Green River we stuck the stage gunwale into a pickup truck window. A brutal farmer was waiting at the end of it. Mr. Printz, our purser, shoved me aside and said, "I'll take care of it." He did, too, by waving a five dollar bill under the farmer's nose saying, "Here. Will this take care of it?" The farmer said, "Sure."
Mr. Printz, who could play on a seesaw with a girl gymnast, told me, "Always offer them cash. They will shut up and take it nearly every time."
I watched the Delta Queen's heavy stage turn a car completely over at the Louisville wharf one afternoon.
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