Tuesday, November 09, 2010

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

When you live in Cleveland, you feel a certain way about the Edmund Fitzgerald. I feel that way right now.

35 years. Rest in peace.

6 comments:

alphadog said...

As a fellow Merchant Mariner and former deckhand on the boats I've puzzled over a fitting tribute to those who went down with the Fitz.
Words fail me.
GBNF, Godspeed.
Jon Moore

Bill said...

Thanks for the reminder Erin.

The Expatresse said...

I didn't realize so many were of the crew were from Ohio.

Was Eugene O'Brien a relation, by any chance?

Mrs. C said...

That song and this date always makes me heavy of heart.

AQnd I'm glad ye posted it; our hearts need the heavy as a 'minder.

Jack said...

Not a clevelander, in fact I have been accused of being a hater of the land of the burning river. But I must say that song always gets to me- love it.

Andy said...

Oh geez, this is stunning. Chilling.

My heart goes out to those folks who have crushingly dangerous jobs that put them in the worst of situations, and the families and loved ones who deal with the aftermath.

I never even knew the wreck had been located. Thanks for posting, Erin.