The Edmund Fitzgerald

About two weeks ago, while driving somewhere, the chief driver packed up some CDs for the road. Included in the stash was some Gordon Lightfoot.Talk about singing yourself down memory lane. Lightfoot always take me back to the old high school days.

Since that trip, the middle one has been a voyage of her own, playing and replaying over and over the song, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. She sings along. Is trying to figure out how to choreograph a step dance to the beat, and constantly talks about the clues and information that Mr. Lightfoot is giving to her. Yesterday we went on the web and read multiple pages about the Edmund Fitzgerald. She even took a quiz to test how much she has learned. I truly hope she has to write a paper about it someday, she is so passionate about it. It's almost overwhelming to watch her. Her eyes shining with each new fact she processes. Her hands shaking as she collects copies of the webpages we've printed out. She absolutely has to hold the written words.

One of these years we'll have to take a driving tour and visit the lakes and the Maritime Sailor's Cathedral. Every November they have a service for all those who have lost their lives on the lakes. It would be nice to be able to attend.

So taken with her current fixation, I searched online for Gordon Lightfoot concert tickets. Wouldn't it be great it she could see him in person? There is a concert in a nearby city and then again in the next state, both dates around her birthday. Ticket prices are $245! I laughed, and when she saw what I was doing, she said, "I guess we'll be singing in the kitchen."

We will. Maybe I can find a DVD of one of his concerts.

This song has linked this walking and talking little information processing plant to 29 souls. Isn't the power of music amazing.