September 29, 2007 in More Logbook

Tug John H. Malik

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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.

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