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- Food that has been prepared in a particular way
- The practice or skill of preparing food
- (cook) someone who cooks food
- the act of preparing something (as food) by the application of heat; "cooking can be a great art"; "people are needed who have experience in cookery"; "he left the preparation of meals to his wife"
- The process of preparing food by heating it
- (cook) prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"
- The route or direction followed by a ship, aircraft, road, or river
- (course) education imparted in a series of lessons or meetings; "he took a course in basket weaving"; "flirting is not unknown in college classes"
- The way in which something progresses or develops
- (course) move swiftly through or over; "ships coursing the Atlantic"
- A procedure adopted to deal with a situation
- (course) naturally: as might be expected; "naturally, the lawyer sent us a huge bill"
- Glasgow, Montana is an Amtrak station in Glasgow, Montana. The station is served by Amtrak's daily Empire Builder. Of the twelve Montana stations served by Amtrak, Glasgow was the seventh busiest in FY09, boarding or detraining an average of 16 passengers daily.
- Glasgow is a historic home located at Cambridge, Dorchester County, Maryland. It is a Federal style, gable-front, two and a half-story brick house built about 1792. Attached is a one and a half story frame wing dating from the early 20th century.
- A city in Scotland, on the Clyde River; pop. 655,000. It is the largest city in Scotland
- largest city in Scotland; a port on the Clyde in west central Scotland; one of the great shipbuilding centers of the world
Danger is Not My Middle Name #13
The six days at sea between Bermuda and Glasgow passed uneventfully. I learned three things. First: never EVER adjust the water temperature while you are still in the shower. Second: when on a cruise eat ONLY cooked or frozen foods. (These treatments kill all the calories.) Third: we are not alone. There have been three murders as we cross the Atlantic.
In all three cases, the corpses weren’t discovered for at least two days, since most old people look corpse-like when they are sleeping and there are a LOT of old people on this ship.
The medical officer, a man with suspiciously large ears, believes they all died of natural causes. I was half-hoping for a burial at sea in shark infested waters – but apparently they send the bodies home.
I drifted by the medical office on the fourth floor and casually brought up the topic of the deaths.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked coldly.
I laughed in my most disarming manner. “Curious. Call it curious.”
“None of your business,” he said finally.
“Okay,” I said. I was thinking with lightning speed now. “I am a travel writer. Yeah. That’s it. I’m a travel writer. I am working on a series about why people should avoid cruising because contagious diseases can spread like wildfire, killing all the old people first. I’m calling the series ‘Death Ships of the Princess Fleet.’”
Have you ever seen ALL the color fade from someone’s face? It goes from a healthy pink to a pasty looking white. So when I say that the ‘doctor visibly blanched’ you know what I mean.
He looked at me for a moment and I tried to keep my eyes off those enormous ears. Since he is probably sensitive about it, I avoided all discussions having to do with Dumbo or Prince Charles. That’s why I’m a pro.
Finally he shred. “Well, I suppose there’s no reason for you not to know. Their hearts all stopped. But they were old and that is to be expected. Why aren’t you writing this down?”
I tapped at my temple. “I memorize everything as soon as I hear it. It’s a gift. Were there any marks on the bodies?”
“They were old. There were lots of marks.”
“Any…ummm…marks like the ones on that guy who died in the deck chair a while ago?”
The doctor looked away and got intensely interested in a file on his desk.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mr….?”
“Smith,” I said. “I am John Smith. Travel writer.”
“Your cruise card says you are “Sam D. Diamond.”
“Pen name,” I responded with a sly wink.
He paused a moment longer, as though deciding whether or not to make a big deal out of this. In the end he just shred again.
“If there’s nothing else, Mr. Diamond, I have a lot of paperwork to do.”
“Of course it is.”
“So no marks?” I said. I was a terrier. A BULL terrier, never letting go.
“Nope. No marks.”
I tipped the brim of an imaginary hat to him. The door slammed almost instantly behind me.
We arrived in Scotland on a foggy morning. I’d taken an internet plan out that had cost me HUGE dollars…sixty cents a MINUTE! Who in their right mind would blow that kind of cash on the Internet? You’d have to be cracked or loaded to spend that kind of dough.
But I used my time at thirty seconds per session, to research the location of the chapel at Glasgow University. I had a vague idea of where I was going.
I was among the first to get off the ship, having used my elbows on several old people in walkers.
I stepped off the ship and saw a terrier thin man in a badly wrinkled suit standing before a tiny car with the words McGee Realty stenciled on the window. He held a clipboard with the name “DIAMOND” scrawled on it. He was looking hopefully at each person with a slight head bob and waggling eyebrows as he asked his silent question.
“I’m Diamond,” I said.
He looked me up and down, moustache twitching like a whiskered rodent.
I held up my cruise card, which he scrutinized.
“We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Diamond. I understand you need to see some angels?”
“Who are ‘we?’”
He smiled, showing really bad teeth. “All in good time, Sir. Step into the car, if you please.”
I needed to fold myself into it, since it looked like one of those cars at the circus that six hundred clowns get out of. But in a few minutes we were off to Glasgow University to meet an angel.
The SS Minmi was built in Glasgow, Scotland in 1927. She was 75 metres long, and displaced 1,455 tons. The Minmi was a collier, carrying coal from Newcastle to Melbourne and returning empty. It was named after either the lower Hunter Valley town of Minmi, or the nearby Minmi Colliery.
On 8 May 1937, the Minmi left Melbourne for Newcastle under Captain Robert Clark Callum. The Minmi's captain for all of her ten-year service was Captain McPhall, who had brought the ship to Australia. Captain McPhall commenced two weeks' leave in the first week of May, leaving Chief Officer Callum to take over as Captain. At 10 pm they were off Botany Bay in heavy seas and dense fog, and shortly after the ship struck the outside of Cape Banks, the outer northern headland of Botany Bay.
Soldiers at the nearby Cape Banks Artillery Garrison were awoken by the sound of escaping steam, and saw the ship hard on the rocks. Frederick Boulton, the ship's cook, collapsed and died of a heart attack soon after the ship struck the rocks. The rest of the crew of more than 20 were stranded on the vessel due to the heavy seas.
The Minmi split in two at about 12:45 am, with crew members stranded on both the front and back sections. Those at the front were rescued without incident, but it was more perilous for those in the rear. A line was tied to the rear section, with the other end held by rescuers. One life, a Mr Burnside, was lost in the heavy seas, and several other members of the crew spent the night on the vessel before being rescued at daylight.
Crowds estimated at 40,000 on 15 May 1937 and 60,000 the next day made the trek to La Perouse to see the wreck. Cars were banked up for four miles along Bunnerong Road (now Anzac Parade) towards the city, and police were required to control traffic and guard the cliffs. Many sightseers crossed the NSW Golf Course to get to the wreck site, and in doing so prevented golf games from proceeding, and causing damage to the course.
The wreck was sold for 200 pounds to salvagers Penguin Ltd, and while undertaking salvage operations the men lived in caves at the scene. A marine inquiry exonerated the captain of the charge of failing to navigate the ship safely. The stern section of the Minmi is still visible on the rock platform on the inside of Cape Banks.
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