Looks like we got away with violating the Prime Directive again, you pointy eared goblin.
Posted on 11/17/2017 5:30:13 PM PST by nickcarraway
I read a theory somewhere, maybe here on FR, that she was so heavily loaded and roller coasting up and down those big 25 foot waves that her bow hit the bottom and it broke her spine.
That theory seemed logical to me considering she is broken in half.
Im not sure how I discovered this but where I worked there were multiple large air handlers that generated a rather loud sort of white noise and I could stand next to someone and hum and they seemingly couldnt hear it. Later they would start humming the same song so I amused myself by humming when I would get close to someone and see how long it took to infect them without them knowing where "that song stuck in my head!" was coming from. I tried all kinds of songs from the 50s to the 80s and for some reason this song would just slip right in.
I have a print of the Fitz in her final moments hanging in my living room
I never get tired of watching and listening to that. I truly believe God’s hand was on Gordon Lightfoot when he wrote that song. It was a sad day so long ago when she went down.
I remember that storm. I was driving from Toronto toward the Beaver Valley and I could hardly keep the car on the road. It was a little Volkswagen bug. I heard all the churches around the lakeshore tolled their bells 29 times. People just sat around TV or the radio when the news came in and said Oh My God over and over.
I remember that show. It seems the Fitzgerald got caught in between two freak waves and slid into the water between them.
At least that is what I remember from the show.
LOL. Usually, I need to go to UTube and play it, but this one slips right into my head.
The waves were 25 to 30 feet but the troughs were also 25 to 30 feet. Making the actual wave height 50 to 60 feet
(wonder if the Fitz might have been one of them)
Remember that night very well.
My late father was GE’s marine sales/service guy out of the Cleveland shop and did some work on the Fitz. He was deeply saddened when she was lost. We all were. My dad passed 2 years later.
The hardest song in the world to pole dance to.
It was a German torpedo from a rogue U-boat.
Nope. Russians.
Looks like we got away with violating the Prime Directive again, you pointy eared goblin.
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead.
Several times. usually the girl starts off well, then she starts listening to the words, then leaves in disgust. Best one was when she heard the opening bar and said”Nope. Not gonna do it “ and tossed my money back to me.
good times. good times.
Mine is hanging in my daughters living room. I had been assisting the Navy League as a reserve officer at the time of the wreak. The NL sponsors Sea Cadets, and one of their cadets had recently been hired as a third mate, and we didn't know which one... it was a very hard night, but we finally learned he was not aboard. Sad.
Sounds like a game I used to play. Guys make life interesting for all involved. just the kind of sport to get warmed up for a game of smiles. Good times turn into great times.
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