NaBloPoMo 2009

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…


6 thoughts on “All that remains is the faces and the names

  1. Thanks for the link, I’d never heard the song before, but I love songs about real life events. One of my favourites is Cold Missouri Waters by Cry Cry Cry (although Richard Shindell is the main voice) about the Mann Gulch fire.

  2. I’m from Ashland. Are you from near there?
    I could see the lake from our house. This song always gave me the creeps and I refused to listen to it. Somehow I still know all the words by heart though.

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