When I was a kid working in the garage with my dad Gordon Lightfoot's ode to the 29 doomed men on the Big Fitz would come on the radio and the hairs on the back of my 7 year old neck would stand straight up. That eerie guitar solo would just spook me. Same thing still happens to this day. It's the 36th anniversary today of the wreck. Click the post title for the jump. Greasy Dave this one's for you.