didn't the edmund fitzgerald sink in the blink of an eye? what do you do in that situation?
i had a dream last night that i was trapped in an air pocket with a few other people in a ship that had sunk two miles to the bottom of the ocean. the last thing i remember we were trying to escape by creating some sort of a hole and a diving bell which would take us to the surface. i was a little worried about the bends but figured that could be dealt with on the surface.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 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 - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That big ship and true 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 the 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 ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the big ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins 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.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
u rawk mdler - in fact, my gf & I love the u.p. and they are about to get a mother of a storm tonight. The gales of november have come early my friends, and you better be respectful, even if your crew and good captain are well seasoned.
I used to work with a lady who grew up in Traverse City....and my Great Uncle used to sling burgers at the ski lift lodge.....damn we may all be related.....all headed off into the world of Architecture...now that is damn scarry...wonder what is in the Traverse
City Water?
Because mdler posted the lyrics, today I finally went online and searched for TYD Mischke's interview with a shipwreck expert about the Edmund Fitzgerald - in which Mischke sings all of the questions to the tune of the Gordon Lightfoot song.
Read the book. Fascinating stuff. The ship, riding lower and lower without the captain being fully aware of the fact, bent in the middle when the bow went under a couple of extra-large waves (reported by another ship) and the stern simply drove the whole thing in and down, in water less deep than the length of the ship. The killer wave broke out the pilot-house windows and drowned the captain and mates; the crew, eating or sleeping in the stern house, were dragged under in short order.
The prevailing practice on such ships was to not secure all of the hundred or more handscrews securing the steel hatch covers, in mild weather; the ship's crew embarked without knowing of the severe weather to come.
We've got friends in the Cherry Capital Area (and the Traverse City Pie Company is deeee-licious!) - over off of Elk Lake. We try and get up there a couple of times a year. Even more now that Short's Brewery has opened up in Bellaire.
Anyway, I love the twin towns of Houghton and Hancock, and the keweenaw is gorgeous. But they've probably already gotten 4 inches by now and are probably well on their way to their yearly average of 240".
i've never done anything in traverse city. i've done a lot of things around traverse city. does it have a nice downtown? all i know of it is strip malls. and it is host to the only runaway truck ramp i've ever seen in the midwest.
that runaway truck ramp on m-72 is awesome. we had friends who lived on top of the hill across from it and would go sledding there often.
traverse city has a very cute downtown. it's gone through its ups and downs though, particularly after all the big box moved in near the grand traverse mall. the downtown mainly caters to tourists, but has many good restaurants and independent boutiquey clothing stores. the downtown anchor is horizon books which has been around forever. the best restaurants are slightly off the beaten path. folgarelli's and sleders are a must. the downtown is definitely worth checking out.
and it's not that the hill is that steep; the reason there is a truck ramp there is because at the very bottom of the hill is the grand traverse bay which in very slicky wintery weather cars and trucks have been known to slide into...somewhat like a sinking ship.
sinking ship....
hypothetically speaking, you are on a sinking ship...
do you
a) grab a bucket and try to help the captain bail out the ship
b) jump ship and swim
is the ship worth saving? pros & cons?
am i in the middle of the ocean?
steven
it aint my ship
at least i'm somewhat prepared....
can't i just play my violin?
man, grab a bucket. don't quit. in this day an age of disposable everything (even jobs), stick with it and make it work...
recycle your job and your attitude!
what happens if the ship aint going anywhere?
Take a look around. What's the captain doing? Steaming ahead like nothing is wrong? Are the officers jumping overboard?
I'd say if those that normally work on the bridge are leaving it's a good sign the ship is sinking and not worth salvage.
are there are sharks or icebergs?
did the boat get torpedoed?
how fast is it sinking?
Isn't this a metaphor?
captain through the lifeboat overboard to try to reduce the weight...
if the captain just let the lifeboat float on the water, it does not "weigh" anything.
I'd start rearranging the deck chairs.
play your violin. it is gallant
1) Locate another ship.
2) Ascertain new ship's relative buoyancy.
3) Make arrangements for new ship to transport you safely onboard.
is there a hose available? possible the one used to scrub the decks? if so then a cyphon could be created to get rid of the water.
=)
didn't the edmund fitzgerald sink in the blink of an eye? what do you do in that situation?
i had a dream last night that i was trapped in an air pocket with a few other people in a ship that had sunk two miles to the bottom of the ocean. the last thing i remember we were trying to escape by creating some sort of a hole and a diving bell which would take us to the surface. i was a little worried about the bends but figured that could be dealt with on the surface.
I was waiting to see mdlers halloween costume, I figured it would only be a matter of time before he posted a pic.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 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 - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That big ship and true 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 the 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 ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the big ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins 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.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
PLEASE OPEN THIS LINK AND TURN THE VOLUME OF YOUR COMPUTER UP WHEN READING THIS POST
http://www.mikekemble.com/ships/edmund.html
none-the-less what do you do?
u rawk mdler - in fact, my gf & I love the u.p. and they are about to get a mother of a storm tonight. The gales of november have come early my friends, and you better be respectful, even if your crew and good captain are well seasoned.
crowbert
I used to live in Traverse City....nothing better than snow
I used to work with a lady who grew up in Traverse City....and my Great Uncle used to sling burgers at the ski lift lodge.....damn we may all be related.....all headed off into the world of Architecture...now that is damn scarry...wonder what is in the Traverse
City Water?
My husband grew up in Traverse City.
Because mdler posted the lyrics, today I finally went online and searched for TYD Mischke's interview with a shipwreck expert about the Edmund Fitzgerald - in which Mischke sings all of the questions to the tune of the Gordon Lightfoot song.
Hilarious.
Read the book. Fascinating stuff. The ship, riding lower and lower without the captain being fully aware of the fact, bent in the middle when the bow went under a couple of extra-large waves (reported by another ship) and the stern simply drove the whole thing in and down, in water less deep than the length of the ship. The killer wave broke out the pilot-house windows and drowned the captain and mates; the crew, eating or sleeping in the stern house, were dragged under in short order.
The prevailing practice on such ships was to not secure all of the hundred or more handscrews securing the steel hatch covers, in mild weather; the ship's crew embarked without knowing of the severe weather to come.
Yikes another Traverse City connection!!!!!!
We've got friends in the Cherry Capital Area (and the Traverse City Pie Company is deeee-licious!) - over off of Elk Lake. We try and get up there a couple of times a year. Even more now that Short's Brewery has opened up in Bellaire.
Anyway, I love the twin towns of Houghton and Hancock, and the keweenaw is gorgeous. But they've probably already gotten 4 inches by now and are probably well on their way to their yearly average of 240".
sit back and watch everyone work
So, is this the ship of state that's sinking, mdler, or something closer to home. . .?
I now know why I like beer....I'm a decendent of the short family!
Yikes....looking like a ancestorial road trip is in the making.
well based on most of the recent posts the ship is sinking in fresh water and thus, you should be able to drink your way out.
traverse city represent. i grew up there - 18 years of my life. 100% made of j&s hamburgers and folgarelli's sandwiches.
Ha! I've eaten at J&S many times - great burgers - really greasy and onioney.
i've never done anything in traverse city. i've done a lot of things around traverse city. does it have a nice downtown? all i know of it is strip malls. and it is host to the only runaway truck ramp i've ever seen in the midwest.
Life is very short, Mdler, don't waste time where it's not worth it.
that runaway truck ramp on m-72 is awesome. we had friends who lived on top of the hill across from it and would go sledding there often.
traverse city has a very cute downtown. it's gone through its ups and downs though, particularly after all the big box moved in near the grand traverse mall. the downtown mainly caters to tourists, but has many good restaurants and independent boutiquey clothing stores. the downtown anchor is horizon books which has been around forever. the best restaurants are slightly off the beaten path. folgarelli's and sleders are a must. the downtown is definitely worth checking out.
[end travel book mode]
i don't think you're supposed to sled on runaway ramps. countless people out here are arrested for skiing on them.
it wasn't specifically the ramp, but the hills around it.
and it's not that the hill is that steep; the reason there is a truck ramp there is because at the very bottom of the hill is the grand traverse bay which in very slicky wintery weather cars and trucks have been known to slide into...somewhat like a sinking ship.
(sorry for hijacking.)
we've been to the cherry festival!
i wonder if the ship is metaphorical
'Life is very short, Mdler, don't waste time where it's not worth it'
-here is your sign
great words of wisdom
oops...someboday please resize ^
I just had to google Short' Brew Company...and the owner has the same name as my grandfather...so most likely were some how related.
I know its another thread, but that man can brew some tasty beer!
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