I read a lot as a kid. Growing up in Duluth and seeing it all the time, and a love of ships from before I can even remember, as long or longer than my love of cars, I was always drawn to that part of the library. And for some macabre reason I cant explain, more often to the tragic and nightmarish tales, the shipwreck section. I am sure that Duluth was not alone among other sea ports in having libraries loaded with shipwreck books, but I sure read a lot of them.
By contrast, Minneapolis libraries only ever had two or three. Here in NW Arkansas they have none.
The Fitz ended most of that reading for me. It was such a horror. Then the song came out, I just no longer wanted to read any of that stuff. Much of it is just creepy. Way too many people with premonitions of coming disasters. Sometimes even animals, like the story of the Captains dog who sailed with him for years on the lakes, and one night before leaving port out east somewhere, the dog refused going aboard, and the ship was lost (how did the dog know?). How does a dog know? Or the Doctors wife and her nightmares she shared in the hotel restaurant that their ship would be destroyed on their trip across Huron, and it actually happened.
Superior is a gorgeous lake from high up on the hill overlooking Duluth, especially inside a warm building behind glass. My brother sailed with the merchant marine one summer around '71 or '72. At first he really liked it, but as the summer wore on he wasnt so crazy about it. His last ship was the Detroit Edison, and he said the worst he ever saw they were in huge waves, he said he was told 50 feet. He said that up in the bow section you could feel the engine thumping. You could feel it speed up as the boat went downhill, then watch the bow plunge deep into the water and watch the huge bow wave break, and feel the engine slow down as it headed uphill again. A few hours of that and he never wanted to go back. He got off the boat when they docked in Toledo and resigned. He said he was never really surprised about the Fitz, he thought everyone out there was pretty nuts.