The song in the first post always struck a chord with me.
I am from Michigan and was in school when it happened.
That year I was dating a girl that was from St Clair. Her mom owned a home that faced the river. The back of the house had a picture window facing the river.
I remember being on a school break a year or two later and seeing the SS Arther Anderson moving South on the St Clair and I kind of freaked out. Couldn't take my eyes off of the ship.
Ah, that is nice of them. I know he was Canadian, but that song and the story became an indelible piece of American -- well, maybe I should say North American culture and history. Can never go to Duluth or look at Lake Superior without thinking of that song, and the story.