All that remains is the faces and the names
When I heard this song on the radio yesterday, I knew I'd have to post it today. Thirty-four years ago today, the Edmund Fitzgerald was lost -- it was my senior year at a small high school in far northern Wisconsin, not far from "the big lake." To my ear, this is one of the best songs ever written.
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Well, apologies, but I'm still catching up. What was I doing? Where was I going?? What am I in the middle of??? How many thousands of emails and blog posts behind am I (I think I'll be hittin' the "mark all as read" button today)? There's a zillion old things in the hopper with a couple of new wrenches tossed in... *sigh*
Good thoughts, wishes and prayers for my sis today... she's meeting with a new (not by choice) oncologist... the support group is, by her request, lighter than it's been so... anyway...