City Lights

Arrived at the barge at dusk. Baton Rouge lay across the Mississippi; the I-10 bridge span to the north. Like an old passenger hunched over the rail of a riverboat in a Clement novel, I watched the city lights slowly come on. What a sight. Checked into my room, met my roommates, and made my bunk. Off to messhall - it's rib-eye night. My oh my. Don't these early responders eat well!