WHERE THE LOVE OF GOD GOES: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

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Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours… --Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” It was circa July 1973, and my husband and I—young, free-wheeling and in love, with more dreams than experience—embarked on a driving trip through upper Michigan.  We’d never been much farther north than Lansing at that point.  We pitched a tent along the way, getting to know Grayling and Mio, the Au Sable River and the Traverse City … [Read more...]

RIDING THE RAILS: What I Learned Aboard Amtrak Wolverine #351

Good morning, America, how are you? Don’t you know me—I’m your native son…. --train lyrics by Steve Goodman, “City of New Orleans” I consider myself an experienced traveler.  Over the past twenty years I’ve explored seven or eight countries, and all but a couple of the contiguous American states.  I’ve traveled at least twice by train:  once as a small child, when my grandmother took me to Toledo aboard the last steam train to provide service in Michigan; and once with my … [Read more...]

Old Stuff I Really Don’t Miss

Sometimes it seems like all people do is complain.  Contemporary music is (Choose one): (A) Noisy, or (B) Shallow, or (C) Offensive. The American business environment is (Choose one):  (A) Cut-throat, or (B) Impersonal,  or (C) Greedy. My pastor is (Choose one):  (A) Too Conservative, or (B) Too Liberal, or (C) Too Long-Winded. Politicians are (Choose one):  (A) Power-Hungry, or (B) Beholden to Special Interest  Groups, or (C) Unwilling to Listen to the Voters on … [Read more...]


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