September 11th we walk around the monument to Commodore Perry which commemorates the Battle of Lake Erie between the British and the United States in the War of 1812 on September 13, 1813.
Perry won the battle (Don’t Give Up The Ship!) but lost the winter following when he moored in the sheltered waters off Presque Isle near Erie, PA. Smallpox was epidemic that winter spreading below decks in the low-ceilinged, cramped quarters where the crew sheltered from the terrible winds that came down across the lake from Hudson Bay.
The dead (and sometimes the nearly dead) were dropped through holes chopped in the ice into what was called Dead Men’s Pond. And the Bay came to be called Misery Bay in remembrance of that wretched winter after such a triumph, the very first naval victory for a fledgling government.
Not far from here someone is orating about 9/11 promising we will never forget, creating a new holiday, something like November 11th – Armistice Day and September 13th Misery Bay Day.
sand sucks at our feet
small waves break