The best thing about “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” is that it doesn’t rhyme, which means you can plug any old lyrics in there and sing it loud in the shower: And we went to the drive-through, but they didn’t have Bud, so we took home two cases of Molson’s. If this takes a bit of the gravity out of what’s supposed to be a sad remembrance, well, I apologize. I’ve heard that damn song too many times to be moved by it anymore.
I believe Kayak Woman, who occasionally comments here, was listening to shipping radio traffic that night with her family, and remembers when the Fitz went silent. Maybe she’ll drop by and tell us.
But that’s all you’re getting from me on this anniversary, even if it is a nice round number.
Meanwhile, speaking of sadnesses, I suggest you set aside some time and read this long, but very fine, piece on Airbnb and the company’s simultaneously seductive and maddening DNA. Here’s the lead; it’s hard to stop from here:
The rope swing looked inviting. Photos of it on Airbnb brought my family to the cottage in Texas. Hanging from a tree as casually as baggy jeans, the swing was the essence of leisure, of Southern hospitality, of escape. When my father decided to give it a try on Thanksgiving morning, the trunk it was tied to broke in half and fell on his head, immediately ending most of his brain activity.
I was in bed when my mom found him. Her screams brought me down to the yard where I saw the tree snapped in two and his body on the ground. I knelt down and pulled him up by the shoulders. Blood sprayed my blue sweatshirt and a few crumpled autumn leaves. We were face-to-face, but his head hung limply, his right eye dislodged, his mouth full of blood, his tongue swirling around with each raspy breath.
…“Tell me each time he takes a breath,” the 911 dispatcher said in my ear.
…“It’s only a matter of time until something terrible happens,” The New York Times’s Ron Lieber wrote in a 2012 piece examining Airbnb’s liability issues. My family’s story — a private matter until now — is that terrible something.
Just a quick swing through the links today, because I have a lot to do, work-wise.
How often do you get asked to donate to GoFundMe, Kickstarter and other online money-raisers? I think the etiquette is still not established, and, like Airbnb and its liability issues, we’re figuring it out as we go. This piece reflected a lot of my feelings at the moment.
Something Jolene posted yesterday, but worth a boost: Kentucky, which has benefited more from Obamacare than any other state, just elected a governor who has pledged to wreck it. How’s that going to work?
Finally, because I work in the nonprofit sector now, nonprofit pickup lines.