Several years ago, I spent a summer as a blues singer on the Josiah Snelling, a paddleboat that made its way up and down the Mississippi river, carrying my audience of unfortunate gamblers, once-wealthy fur traders, and an assortment of vexed clergymen and women. The Josiah Snelling boasted an enormous paddle wheel in its stern, and as far as I knew, it…
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