Previously on the Sights of series:
2016 NCAA Hockey Tournament
2016 Football at Rutgers
For your read-along listening pleasure, Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordan Lightfoot. Beware when the gales of November come early.
(As always, right click -> view image to make it bigger. All photos are by myself, Patrick Barron, and Bryan Fuller)
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
And the good ship and crew was in peril
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They may have broke deep and took water
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
With the gales of November remembered
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'
When the gales of November come early