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[matt267 PE]

Now that's good quality stuff right there.

 

[NJmike PE]

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee." The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early.

 

[NJmike PE]

The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in Wisconsin. As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned, concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland. And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

 

[NJmike PE]

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing. And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too 'twas the witch of November come stealin'. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait when the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain in the face of a hurricane west wind.

 

[NJmike PE]

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'."Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya." At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said, "Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!" The captain wired in he had water comin' in and the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

 

[NJmike PE]

Does any one know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er. They might have split up or they might have capsized; they may have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

 

[NJmike PE]

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings in the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; the islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know with the Gales of November remembered.

 

[NJmike PE]

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral." The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee." "Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early!"

 

[NJmike PE]

39 years ago. Right now

 

[blybrook PE]

Superior won't give up her dead... Been canoeing out there several times. Whitefish bay is pretty nice.

 

[NJmike PE]

I love that song.

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

Too much productivity, back to spam

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

Second episode of Sesame street

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

Took a short break for Kung Fu Panda

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

That's how we do it

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

Spam post

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

More spam

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

And even more

 

[Ramnares P.E.]

So the little man said thanks but no thanks to the goulash