Yesterday morning I awoke to watch wraiths of fog marching down the Mississippi River between the Missouri and Kentucky shores. I know not where they headed, nor whom they might have been.

Silently and in perfect cadence for near an hour these gray misted marchers traveled along with the current to their destination. Nothing, not barges, birds, nor fishing bats gave them a moments hesitation.

As the sun broke through, the marchers disappeared. I wondered if the gray clad wraiths were marching to battle… a reminder of the 150 th anniversary of the Civil War?