I was hitchiking south out of the Upper Peninsula on November 8 1975 back home to Deetroit. The winds were starting to get oretty bad when I crossed the Mackinac Bridge. The bridge was closed to traffic two hours later. I reached Deetroit about 2000 hrs and the wind was really ripping even there. The next morning I woke up to the news of the disaster.
“Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?”