On the other hand, the twenty-nine men comprising SS Edmund Fitzgerald’s crew never cried. Not about music, not about art. They were well-seasoned, remember? And not in an Ed Gein way. The odd circumstances surrounding the wreck—a freak storm, no distress signal, the apparently quick sinking of one of the largest tankers working the Great Lakes—has led to wild speculation and a cult following of lame-o detective wannabes. Here’s the truth: The Lake, it is said, never gives up her dead. Lesson? Always trust an Indian. Gordon Lightfoot, for instance.
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I have absolutely no idea what this post is about.
It's about a ship. That wrecked. C'mon, Laur. Use context clues.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her drink.
Sorry, Andrew, I just hosted a dinner party for 100 people so I'm too tired to google and/or read the post directly below the one in question.
Does anyone want some leftover dinner rolls?
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and suggest mailing them to Glenn's broke ass.
Ha! Good call. I also have leftover chicken marsala, franchese, cheese, vegetables, pasta, (literally) gallons of coffee, wine, beer, and a variety of cakes. Basically, there is enough food in my fridge for a second dinner party for say, 25 people. Let's just say I ordered a bit too much food.
I vaguely remember Glenn and Viking Andrew loudly sobbing about the Lightfoot song many weeks ago.
Ah, so I guess that wasn't just a bad dream I had...
I do LOVE Edmund Fitzgerald's voice, though.
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