Yes indeed, the Edmund Fitzgerald. Inspired by VM, check it out:
There was a time when I lived in Windsor, Ontario, I know, brave, like a town in Belgium the Allies bombed and was never built back better. Whatever, we'd watch the big ships on the Detroit river from our apartment on Assumption. Quite a thing.
On topic, HRH EII visited Windsor and remarked, "What a large city, I had no idea." She was looking down Tecumseh, I think, towards the Motor City.
Reliable sources tell me America's onetime automotive capital's been reimagined as some kind of WholeFoods hipster enclave, a bucolic rustic, socially hi-fenced preserve returned to nature where factories, making things, once held sway.
Of course all the people living in the Preserve hate the working class and people of color, and vote socialist. How very odd, and I'm sure the feeling's mutual.
Reverie Over,
LSP
