If you go with the flow of the Universe you will end up exactly where you are supposed to be. If you go against the flow, you will end up broken on the beach like just one more piece of lost driftwood.
The USS Edson in tow on Lake Huron.
Recently I made a trip to the “thumb” of Michigan. It was just a go-see-what’s-there kind of trip without any particular agenda or expectations. I spent a great afternoon and evening in Port Huron where I visited the headquarters for boatnerd.com (a great website to follow Great Lakes shipping). I’ve always been interested in the Great Lakes. As a kid, I loved to watch the ships come and go from the beach near Fairport Harbor, Ohio, and as a college student, I worked a year on an iron ore boat.
To continue . . . the next day I drove along the shore of Lake Huron and stopped at some wonderful picturesque roadside rest areas overlooking the lake. Scanning the lake, I noticed the silhouette of a naval warship up bound on Lake Huron. At the next roadside stop I found out the ship was the U.S. S. Edson, being towed by a tug from the Philadelphia shipyard to Bay City where it will become a floating museum. I pulled out my camera, rested it on a fence post, zoomed in as much as I could and took the photo you see. Pretty cool. A random trip turns into a chance to see a chunk of history go by.
Maybe one day I’ll visit the museum. In the meantime I continue to look for books on Great Lakes shipping, especially the plethora of shipwrecks that dot the bottom of all the lakes. And, now and again, I’ll write more stories like “Ten More” which you can find here.
Earlier this month we had a family pool party to celebrate the plethora of birthdays that all come near each other. Sitting on a bench in the shade, I was intrigued to watch a trio of young boys playing baseball in the 90+ heat. They hardly had enough players to make a game of it and yet, they continued, one pitcher, one batter, one fielder. They took turns batting as hardly anyone ever made an out. It was for the joy of the game that they played on, maybe like it used to be, or maybe like I want to think it used to be.
Phillip K. Dick asked Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
With the tread in tech-talk, virtual city “realities,” texting and such instead of actually getting together face-to-face, I wonder if now we might ask if the next generation will have only virtual memories.
Still working on a new book while also working to get another book published. Right now I need a cover design.