My father was a DTE retiree and the company chartered the boat for a company picnic. We figured that would be a last hurrah.
A friend of my father was a wheelsman on one of the boats in the 1960s.
I liked the ride better than the island. The best ride was when a sinking had closed the Saint Mary's river, so that a lot up bound of ships had to anchor in the Detroit River. This was in the 1970s when we had a grain deal with the Soviets. Man, those Russian ships are ugly brutes.
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