Its 8 hours until departure and 2 hours until I drive
Doc Hawley and Jane Greene over to Robin Street. I
didn't even ride the Natchez today in order to get
everything ready: the cookies are baked, cameras and
tape recorders packed, camcorder battery charged. I'm
like a caged lion here in my French Quarter apartment.
I can't imagine how Capt. Mike and crew are feeling
right now. This weekend I have had the privilege of
sharing time with Jane Greene and something she said at
breakfast today caused me to post this on such a
triumphant day. She was recalling the day her father
died, and one of the things he was most concerned about
while talking with her mother in the Evansville
hospital was the Delta Queen. Letha told him not to
worry, that if something happened to him, she'd see
that the DQ kept going. Well, it did happen, and she
did keep the DQ running for almost 2 decades during
times of financial distress, mechanical and hull
ailments, etc. So on this day of celebration, hats off
to a West Virginia housewife with 4 kids to raise,
Letha C. Greene. Without her monumental efforts and
sacrifices, we wouldn't be celebrating
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