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rage blackout in flyover country
I manage to go long periods of time without remembering this about myself, and then it occurs to me again. I am a Midwesterner/Rust Belter in this very specific, defensive way.
I get sincerely angry when people impugn the awesomeness of the Great Lakes.
THEY'RE REALLY BIG, OKAY. REALLY, REALLY BIG. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THEM, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN OTHER LAKES THAT ARE NOT OFFICIALLY TITLED "GREAT", AND THEREFORE YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE LIKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT A LAKE IS, NO. NO, YOU DO NOT.
PATRICK KANE DOES, THOUGH, I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.
I get sincerely angry when people impugn the awesomeness of the Great Lakes.
THEY'RE REALLY BIG, OKAY. REALLY, REALLY BIG. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THEM, BUT YOU HAVE SEEN OTHER LAKES THAT ARE NOT OFFICIALLY TITLED "GREAT", AND THEREFORE YOU THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE LIKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT A LAKE IS, NO. NO, YOU DO NOT.
PATRICK KANE DOES, THOUGH, I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.

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I told that kid a hundred times "Don't take the Lakes for granted.
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted."
But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall,
And her lover's gone into a white squall.
(Stan Rogers, "White Squall")
I've never seen any of the Lakes, but as a folkie who loves music about bodies of water and the complicated relationships people have with them: yeah, the Great Lakes are a big deal.
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Stan Rogers - White Squall
I also really like Tanglefoot's The Angel of Long Point, which is based on a true story about an awesome woman who made a habit of saving people from Lake Erie:
Eight men wait for a freezing death,
Lashed to the rigging of a broken wreck.
The Conductor she was a fine old ship,
But she never will sail again.
And the men all pray but their hope is gone,
Schooner's smashed, but in the dawn,
A welcome smile and a woman's face,
With a good strong hand she'll lead them all ashore,
Abigail Becker will see them safe once more.
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LOVE,
CLEVELAND.
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(But the main point is: no salt!)
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When we visited Canada and a family friend took us to the nearest Great Lake, it blew my mind. I had been missing the ocean, and this was enough of a substitute to be soothing, but the lack of salt air and the calm water were strange.
We were - just checked on Google Maps - on the shore of Georgian Bay, not even on the main body of Lake Huron itself. And we still couldn't see any land on the other side!
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I have barely ever been up to Georgian Bay, but I grew up just a little south of the southern edge of Lake Huron, so that's still sort of My Lake, and I am therefore possessively proud that you were impressed by it! *g*
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I have a similar issue with the place I was born: try suggesting to me that it's a featureless wasteland, and I will pull out my Polite Sneer and a very long list of Childhood Memories in Extremely Diverse Climates And Geography and make you listen to all of them. :D
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I figured you'd guess either the Southwest or maybe the Kansas/Oklahoma/etc. (which has a -- as I understand it, somewhat undeserved -- reputation for being a vast flat uninteresting Nowhereland).
"Isn't it just a big desert?" is a frequent response to tales of my birthplace. And then I explain to them that if I drive three hours north I could go skiing, and drag out the photos of little!me up to my shorts in the Verde River, and try to describe the endless pine-forest curvature of the Mogollon Rim as seen while hiking...
Not to mention how the desert is, in fact, lovely and often mountainous and very, very awesome and in no wise is it a featureless heap of sand. *facepalming*
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I have seen the Great Lakes only once (Chicago trip!), and found them very awesome, in the older sense of that word. So grey, and so expansive, and so distant. Very much, in some senses, like the oceans I have visited, but in others clearly alien, though just as fascinating to watch.
When I finally have a place of my own, I'd like to dig up photos of the various places I've been intensely touched by and have large versions framed. I have favourite places all over, from the tidal marshes of Cape Cod to the scrub hills of Idaho to the village meadows of Germany to the cliffs of Dover, and since I can only live with any one of them at a time (at absolute best!) I would love to have a way to bring them with me...
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I lived on the shore of Lake Erie (in Port Clinton, Ohio) for about a year twenty-five years ago. For some reason I never had a problem thinking of it as a lake [g].
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I see nothing backward here!
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As I have said repeatedly,
(former Rochesterian, here.)
Re: As I have said repeatedly,
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But then I take lake effect snow for granted, because of course lakes affect weather. Naturally.
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