I miss the Queens. I miss watching the American Queen lower her stacks to be able to fit her massive frame underneath the Mississippi River bridges. I miss the calliope music that drifted down the river as the Mississippi Queen left City Front on her way to Natchez or Greenville. I miss the friendly waves from passengers aboard the Delta Queen as she readied to leave City Front to continue on her adventure. I always wanted to go with them for I knew that riding on one of those majestic boats was going to be the ride of a lifetime. I miss the paddlewheels as they fought the current or rode one to even faster speeds. I miss the Queens.