I have spent most of my day today re-researching material for my work in progress. I lost all my notes after vacation. Printed notes. Handwritten notes. Not good. Not good at all. I lost my timeline, my calendar–all of it. Now that I’ve re-established my facts, I’ll probably find it in the couch cushions or some such place. But I …
S is for Steamboats
In the 1800s only the high-paying customers got a nice room on the upper decks of the steamboat on major United States rivers. Regular folks had to board with the animals and cargo. And from the diaries and letters I’ve read from the era, the aromas that emanated from these quarters made for a miserable trip.