This song has always had a special place in my heart.
You grow up it with when you're from Northern Ontario, because the Edmund Fitzgerald was headed directly across from my hometown of Sault Ste. Marie to make emergency port. She was feet from the entrance to the bay when she went down.
A song.
A monthly cheque.
A musician who had treated the dead — and the dead men's children and grandchildren — like they mattered.
A man from Orillia, Ontario.
A song the whole world sang.
