I went to the service at the Old Mariners Church in Detroit yesterday morning. Midwestern guys are all obsessed with the Edmund Fitzgerald, but it was something to sit through the service and listen to the surving family meembers ring the bell 29 times. My grandpa was an old English sailor and i grew up on the great lakes so i have been looking to make a trip for the 50th for years. It was wet snow that turned to slush all day which felt fitting.

Take a moment to remember all the workers who have died in service of capital, especially those who have died on the seas.