My Grandmother did not suffer fools. I perceived no sense of romance about her, so I was surprised one summer afternoon.
My family had gone on vacation but I had remained in St. Louis to work at my summer job. On a day off, my grandparents took me for lunch on the Robert E. Lee, a riverboat on the Mississippi. Glancing through the window, martini in hand, my Grandmother exclaimed to my Grandfather, “Oh look Al, another barge!” To wax on about the picaresque, so unlike her!
When my parents returned home, I relayed this story to my Mother who clarified, “your Grandmother owns stock in Missouri Barge.”