Here is a picture of a shrine to our family in my mother's house.

The McGonagle was a lake boat (as we call them) my dad was Chief Engineer on when it was scrapped. Don't tell George Steinbrenner.

Update: Whoops! A little on the massive side. For those of you who see it before I shrink it, my brother's the studly lookin' dude on the left, and I'm the goofy lookin' helmet-haired guy on the right. Hey! I was 17 in 1980.

The James E. Ferris was my favorite of Dad's boats. It was the last ship on the Great Lakes capable of maneuvering into the Salt Dock slip in Duluth, about 111 feet long. So when they scrapped it it became impossible to ship salt on the Great Lakes, so it went by train thereafter, and the salt dock closed.