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October 12, 1492: Chris Columbus landed in what is now the Bahamas. He thought he had found India or something close to India. He was of course mistaken. Some sources say that the date was really October 13 but Columbus fudged his ship's log because the 13th was considered an unlucky day. Here's a related Brautigan poem, part of a longer series called "Good Luck, Captain Martin."
The Bottle
Part 3
A child stands motionless.
He holds a bottle in his hands.
There's a ship in the bottle.
He stares at it with eyes
that do not blink.
He wonders where a tiny ship
can sail to if it is held
prisoner in a bottle.
Fifty years from now you will
find out, Captain Martin,
for the sea (large as it is)
is only another bottle.
A child stands motionless.
He holds a bottle in his hands.
There's a ship in the bottle.
He stares at it with eyes
that do not blink.
He wonders where a tiny ship
can sail to if it is held
prisoner in a bottle.
Fifty years from now you will
find out, Captain Martin,
for the sea (large as it is)
is only another bottle.
October 12, 1810: A princess with the musical name Therese von Sachsen Hildburghausen married a Bavarian prince with the prosaic name Louis. The prince soon became King Ludwig I and so Therese became a queen. Their wedding was a big deal in Bavaria and the event was celebrated throughout the land with music and dancing and beer. It was so much fun that the Bavarians decided to do it every year. It became known as Oktoberfest. For this we thank them. Herr Bossnack, my high school German teacher, taught us several drinking songs, including the one seen here. For this I thank him.
October 12, 1892: Exactly 400 years after Columbus began his vacation in the Bahamas, the first rail shipment of iron ore went from Mountain Iron, MN to Duluth. The Duluthians were busy celebrating Oktoberfest (or was it Columbus day?), so the ore sat in piles by the dock for a week before the barely-sober stevedores loaded it onto a big ship headed for Gary, IN.
Iron Ore Betty is the unofficial queen of the Iron Range thanks to this goofy John Prine tune.
October 12, 1960: The United Nations general assembly was meeting in New York. It was a typically cordial (read: boring) meeting until it was Nikita Kruschev's turn to speak. He was agitated about something and began a new rhetorical tradition by removing his shoe and pounding the podium with it. The reasons for his outburst are obscure, but it's likely that he wanted Russian vodka to get equal billing with German beer at the UN after-party.
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