Doomed Canoe Trip

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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

They were veterans of many a canoe trips in Northern Michigan. Numerous trips on the Au Sable river in their minds made them professionals even though the river only drops 650 feet (200 m) from its source at the junction of Kolka and Bradford Creeks to its end approximately 138 miles east.

They described this river to their guide in Argentina and asked him to pick a river to test their skills. “Iguazu River”, their guide informed them sounded similar.

As their canoe departed the landing the guide shouted, “Be careful with that first waterfall, it’s a killer.”

Going Down

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Elisha looked down from his platform. Seventy feet below him workers using hoists and a rope and pulley system started to raise heavy equipment to his level. It was hazardous work, because if the rope broke or the laborer lost hold of the rope, the whole yard was in danger of being crushed by heavy falling objects.

He ordered his helper to cut the rope that held the platform aloft. The spring enabled the metal prongs which brought the platform to halt.

He turned to his helper and said: “I’ll call it an elevator.”

Elisha Otis

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Times Change

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

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That night in the summer of 1963 was especially hot in Detroit. That didn’t matter for a thirteen year old boy. My dad had purchased tickets in the center field bleachers for two dollars each. Tonight was going to be magic. It was the Tigers vs. the New York Yankees. Al Kaline, Rocky Cocovito, and Norm Cash for the Tigers against Whitey Ford, Stan Williams and Yogi Berra for the Yankees.

I sat there for the entire nine innings with my baseball glove on ready for what I was sure to be a home run ball.

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