George: Where are we this time, Eddie?
Eddie: I think we're on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi. Ole Man River. The Big Muddy. "Large River" to the Ojibwe-Chippewa Tribes. A working river. River of many songs and stories.
George: Quite so, Eddie. Looking out just now, I see three tugboats, two oil tankers and a couple barges. And that's just within eye-shot from where we sit.
Eddie: I wish we had a raft, you know, so we could just float down the river. There warn't no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.
George: It'd be lovely to live on a raft. We'd have the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we'd lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.
Eddie: Yep. Sort of like RV'ing, 'cept on the water.
Or the political correct name: Senior Citizen River.
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