Tug John H. Malik
This morning, I heard music on the breeze. Faint as it was, I looked around for source. The only thing in sight was a tug-&-barge. The music grew louder as the tug approached. Eventually, the music was recognizable as country music, though I didn’t know the tune. Passing by the lighthouse, the barge blared country music from its loudspeakers on its way down the river.