I was lucky to be aboard the Delta Queen in 1975, Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, St. Louis and it was truly a trip out of time.
Mostly older folk who sat in rocking chairs watching the shoreline pass by, with card games in the evening, wonderful food, and just a suspension of the cares of the world.
I’m glad for the memories; sorry that the next generation never knew of riverboat tranquility.
I should also add my thanks to Betty Blake and Bill Muster for keeping such a grand tradition alive.