Saturday, June 09, 2007
A Real Pit Of Trash And Snakes
The first time I made it to the UP in Michigan, I visited the Shipwreck Museum. When I came to Detroit, I had no idea of what "up north" meant -- Detroit was as far up north as I could even imagine! Anyway, as much as I love wrecks and am a trainwreck myself, I can't say that I got all that much out of the museum except a semi-permanent version of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" playing over and over in my head and a few postcards that some unlucky people had the misfortune of receiving. I ate my first pastie on this trip, a grim little concoction stuffed with meat that I savored as much as I could which was not at all. But I did think about the museum after, the sign that read "Why We Ask You Not To Touch," the artifacts that people had retrieved, that damn Gordon Lightfoot song.
Lots of things sink to the bottom of a lake. I've never been one of those athletic types that wanted to plunge into the depths and find what lies beneath the surface. The largest body of water I grew up near was Possum Kingdom Lake, a real pit of trash and snakes, and although I had heard rumors of man-sized catfish swimming its depths, I had no desire to see them, let alone risk the bends and whatnot. I'm a person prone to panic and without much common sense. But thank God some people can dive deep and see the trash and treasure, letting the rest of us know what others have lost along the way.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"What few people know is that Lake Superior stays so cold that drowned bodies never make it to the surface." Jim Harrison
Drink whatever soothes you for the final episode!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Saturday! The VERY last Sopranos ever tomorrow!