SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22

WE LIVE NEAR THE SOUTH shore of Lake Superior—also known as the shipwreck coast. Its sandy floor is littered with wrecks. You can drift, or even see the ship’s bell recovered from the ill-fated . My great-great-grandfather captained a ship that had the misfortune of running aground on the ice of Munising Bay, fifteen miles north of where I sit typing.