spiegelmama<p>I was telling an interview subject about the tides in the Bay of Fundy, about which I have vivid memories. I remember sitting on a pebbly beach with my father, watching the waves come in, each one further along, until they were nearly lapping at my knockoff Keds. It was a good memory in so many ways, but there was a mournful quality. I hope that's retrospective from knowing it would be among the last good memories I had with him (he's still alive, just a fuckup). If it's not, I suspect I heard this great recording of a great song in the car before we got to the beach. Man, Gordon Lightfoot could really sell a downer. <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/BayOfFundy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>BayOfFundy</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/GordonLightfoot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>GordonLightfoot</span></a> <a href="https://youtu.be/vaE9vlrhX-k" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">youtu.be/vaE9vlrhX-k</span><span class="invisible"></span></a></p>