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...retired after 22 nomadic years as an Army chaplain, he remembers thinking "the appropriate thing would be to get settled." Then his Episcopal bishop spotted an ad announcing that the Seamen's Church Institute, which has ministered to ocean mariners for 165 years, was expanding to the nation's towboat fleet. Within months, Wilkinson and his colleague Karen Cox were staring at a pastoral fiefdom encompassing the Ohio River, part of the Cumberland and the Mississippi from Greenville, Miss., up to Lock 27 above St. Louis--1,808 miles as the catfish swims...
...towboat crews, life on the Mississippi is a chilling experience
...around Thanksgiving that the square-bowed towboat Cooperative Vanguard revved up its diesels in St. Paul and headed down the Mississippi, bound for St. Louis. In its charge: an unwieldy string of 15 barges, each filled with 1,500 tons of corn, soybeans or other grains that were being rushed to market late in the navigation season to capitalize on rising prices. The 680-mile trip usually takes six to ten days, depending on the traffic at the 26 locks and dams along the way. This time the floating entourage did not reach its destination. A sudden blast of arctic...
...TOWBOAT JESSE. When Jesse Brent launched his career on the Mississippi in the late 1930s, riverboats accounted for just 2.5% of America's interstate freight. Now they carry 16%. Brent, a short, wiry man of 64, foresaw the boom and cashed in on it. His net worth stands at some $10 million -enough, he says, to buy "all the whisky and steaks I want," with plenty left over for philanthropy in his home town of Greenville, Miss. The wealth comes mainly from Brent Towing Co., whose 48 barges and 13 towboats make it one of the largest privately owned...
...Lady Bird do some "nonpolitical" stumping, at which she is adept. The phrase "my husband" sprinkled her talks. Bands played, banners puffed, and swarming crowds were as giggly as if they were seeing a presidential parade. In a sense, they were. In Quincy, 111., she took a towboat down the Mississippi, preparing herself for a visit to Mark Twain's hometown of Hannibal, Mo., by rereading his work. On the boat she ate Mississippi catfish and sang along with Bing Crosby's old banjoist. In Hannibal, she was met by youngsters costumed as Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher...