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The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...

Mr. Laser Beam

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40 years ago tomorrow: the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank.

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"Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn minutes to hours?"
 
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"Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn minutes to hours?"

It is neither real nor unreal both or either,.. This, Love of God, but a mere reflection on the wave of life in life's window of time,..imo.

God's love has no mercy on the planet where they killed his son made manifest from the infinite love of God,..
 
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Gordon Lightfoot's song is the perfect eulogy. I'm not sure I'd ever have heard of this had it not been for his tune. And I say that as someone who has spent the better part of thirty years visiting the St. Lawrence Seaway, watching the freighters pass my parents' home on Chippewa Point. Heck, at one point I had all of the smoke stack markings memorized.

These ships are massive and majestic. The amount of water they displace is incredible. I could tell one was approaching a full quarter-hour before it arrived by watching how the water in the cove began to seethe in and out in advance of the freighters.

The loss of the Edmund Fitzgerald is one of those great tragedies ... I've seen the winds of the "witch of November" personally. And the sudden storms and squalls on the Seaway - be it the St. Lawrence, or the "oceans" of the Great Lakes - are awesome and harrowing.

I can only imagine what it was like on that ship that night ...

(A photo I took of my mom and dad watching one of the Great Lakes freighters from Chippewa Point):

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I remember a documentary where there was another ship not far behind--someone said they took seas from three different directions.

They tried to say those heavy plates up top were not securely fastened. Freak wave probably broke her back.

http://www.cleveland.com/metro/index.ssf/2015/11/after_a_call_from_gordon_light.html

For almost half her life, Ruth Hudson of North Olmsted said she thought every day of her son, Bruce, who was just 22 years old when he died aboard the Edmund Fitzgerald. Her own death came Tuesday, one day before the 40th anniversary of the ore carrier's sinking in Lake Superior. She was 90.
Only hours before her death, Hudson spoke on the phone with Gordon Lightfoot, whose 1976 hit song chronicled and immortalized the shipwreck. The two knew each other for years, and he went early to Whitefish Point for the service.
 
Here is the complete crew manifest of the Edmund Fitzgerald...all of whom died that night.

Ernest McSorley, captain
John McCarthy, mate
James Pratt, second mate
Michael Armagost, third mate
Thomas Bentsen, oiler
Thomas Borgeson, maintenance
John Simmons, wheelsman
Eugene O'Brien, wheelsman
John Poviach, wheelsman
Ranson Cundy, watchman
William Spengler, watchman
Karl Peckol, watchman
Mark Thomas, deckhand
Paul Riippa, deckhand
Bruce Hudson, deckhand
David Weiss, cadet
Robert Rafferty, steward
Allen Kalmon, second cook
Frederick Beetcher, porter
Nolan Church, porter
George Holl, chief engineer
Edward Bindon, first assistant engineer
Thomas Edwards, second assistant engineer
Russell Haskell, second assistant engineer
Oliver Champeau, third assistant engineer
Blaine Wilhelm, oiler
Ralph Walton, oiler
Joseph Mazes, maintenance
Gordon MacLellan, wiper

the church bell chimes, they rang 29 times...for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald...
 
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I remember seeing the fitz as a child here in michigan. I barely remember the sinking. Obviously i didnt watch much news back than. Of course as i grew older i read about it.
 
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