*No apology required*
Hi, Alan & Steamboating colleagues:
Alan, I LOVE your posting above and mark it as a classic on Steamboats.org. You need not apologize in the least. Memories come with warts, scars, bruises and all. Yes, those old song titles were not only hysterical but pretty raw with double meanings. That's the way it was then. A somewhat innocent age compared to the lyrics--if you call them that--our young people listen to today in rap and other clap trap. Helen was no innocent little wall flower and loved a good joke [And strong drink] that pushed the envelope as much as anybody. She'd lived and been around people from the tip top to the bottom of the pile. Remember her favorite greeting? "Oh, honey!" she'd say before launching off. Dig in your 'dusty boxes' and pull out more of those old song titles to share with us. Helen would roar with laughter.
One time Helen and I talked about certain odors that elicited memories of long ago. Helen perked up. "Oh, honey! One time, after Bernie and I were married, I was walking down the street and suddenly stopped dead. I smelled the odor of hot roofing tar being put on a building that made me remember the smell of the tar the crews used to spread on the roofs of the steamboats when I was young."
R. Dale Flick
Coal Haven Landing, Ohio River, Cincinnati
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