Ah, the Mississippi—now there’s a river that has more moods than a man with a restless heart. She lies broad and shining under the morning s...

Ah, the Mississippi—now there’s a river that has more moods than a man with a restless heart. She lies broad and shining under the morning sun, as mild as a sleeping child, yet by dusk she may churn herself into a boiling, sullen flood that’ll sweep away the strongest timber like so many straws. Her ...