Once again, overwhelmed, I find speechlessness a necessary response. Chris, thanks for being our son! We love you. I do wish Denny could hear all that is being said here because it has all been filtered through him and his life. The sincere emotional outpourings and memorials precipitated by his doings, only since 1930. It's hard to believe. All the memories we have of adventures that he made possible for us all to partake in. I learned a ton just from watching him--and that includes some of what not to do.

Some day I might try to reconstruct the long tale he told me one time on the river--in the pilothouse. He said then that it is rather well known in certain circles in Sangamon County, Illinois where the madness of Mary Lincoln sprang from. --- Supposedly, as Denny said, it was from her having caught Syphilis from Her husband, Abraham Lincoln. And his melancholy sprang from that well too.

I sent more photos of stuff happening on the river for insertion on my photo site. They might go up there fairly soon---if Bruce Kallick can forgive me for keeping on sending more when I'd said I was finished. So we'll see...

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