“Did you just tell me stand still?” My anger born through multiple cycles.
“It takes stones to utter that line!” My glare returns daggers at the source. Every atom within me vibrating out of place.
“Sir, you’re journey isn’t quite ready. When the sky clears, then we will go. No offense meant, sir.” The valet smiles back.
I’m sure he’s seating under that breath too. I can’t believe it takes so long to get new car here.
My travel happy place isn’t open for another half hour. I found seats but no people at check in counter. Our tired feet up waiting again. Maybe travel isn’t relaxing. Far left on bottom picture is last night’s luggage! Good thing right degrees requires little clothing.
“Hey we tried!”
Camera zooms in on jetway from airport terminal side. The wall become canvases covered in snowy scenes from across the Northeast. Blizzard winds make the capital building vanish. … superimposed plane rising over scene in the nick of time. A police truck wuth a plow clears a car consumed by a snow drift (it has a mommy dog and seven new born puppies)… plane flys above the scene. The liberty bell locked in its supports still rings out clearing a path for a fire crew to rescue Grandma! …. yeah there’s a plane flying through. At the bottom of the jetway, 125 weary souls struggle to move nearly paralyzed limbs. Steve Miller’s “Fly Like an Eagle” plays. The navy blue scene with a red triangle points out, we all made through together! The red triangle spins the scene to read, it was our pleasure to get you through ti your destination! Then point out on a day where 10,000 flights were cancelled, we managed ti delay everything whether it went through the path of said storm.
The refugee thing is coming to an end. I write this two hours out. My two cookies gave me the
sugar strength to do part four.
Strange things happen this time of year. Storms come in a shapes and sizes. In an anniversary note, forty years later an ore carrier disappeared. Really just was gone. Way before GPS, computers weren’t connected to everything. Storms could disable a ship but on the Great Lakes rare for ships to go down.
But forty years ago…the SS Edmund Fitzgerald disappeared. It took a long time to find. The memory of one of the largest of its kind lives around docks like Cleveland and others. The wreck has its own soundtrack by Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
The ship broke apart taking 29 lives. The ship may have taken on water before striking ridges on bottom of Lake Superior.
Final voyage map sourced from MLIfe.com