"Could it be that civilization was drowning in the babble of a thousand talking heads from which not one clear word could be heard by anybody?" St. Louis anchorman for Kyyy-TV, William Hecklepeck, is concerned. "This is the age of technology... Information is being thrown at you from all directions... it is critically important to play a role in separating the matter from the chatter." He once thought his role as reporter/anchorman was vitally important. Now he isn't so sure. His porsche wards off panic attacks, and his friendship with Gus Bussard promises an exciting voyage on the Mississippi from St. Louis to New Orleans on a vintage paddle wheeler with himself as pilot just like Mark Twain. He is much too busy to become seriously involved in coaching young Jennifer Burgess on her series on glue-sniffing in St. Louis. Two young boys have died. Did the glue-sniffing kill them or did someone murder them? Eventually Heck is drawn into the investigation and is instrumental in its resolution. Despite the tiny font, this is an intruging read set in St. Louis.
An ermine is a weasel in winter white.
"...a sawyer was a tree trunk stuck into the riverbed waiting to pierce the unwary hull..."
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