The Edmund Fitzgerald.. 11/10/75 two years later two friends and I listened to Phoebe Snow and Gordon Lightfoot while we sculpted in clay in our adjoining studios until early in the morning deep in the bowels of the University Fine Art building. Night after night. This song fascinated me. But some how I missed the timing of the wreak . I struggle to remember what on earth I was doing in November of 1975. I remember 75 as being a pretty hard year all around. My grandfather died. My fiance cheated on me so we broke up; I had to give up all hopes of being a serious competitor on horse back because of my legs. And Gordon Lightfoot.... Maybe it was a count your blessings sort of thing. youtube/watch?v=9vST6hVRj2A Its the last line of the song that always got to me. and all that remains are the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 05:45:30 +0000
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