Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
one of the greatest songs ever written. Gordon contributed more to civilization than Lori could in 10 lifetimes.
HOMES
Steel boats, iron men, 34 men down on the Robert McKenzie.
I was on lake Erie all last week. More than once thoughts of the Edmund Fitzgerald entered my head. Can get ugly quick, big rollers from the west 25mph from the south duringmy trip. Big lumpy mogals to run through.
Is someone chopping onions? [Sniff]