Every few years, the question surfaces again. A fin spotted at dusk. A shadow beneath a dock. A fisherman who swears what he saw was not a carp. And like clockwork, the whispers spread across the shores of the Great Lakes. Are there sharks in the Great Lakes? We hear the stories. We collect them. We log them. We take them seriously. Because vigilance is not built on certainty. It is built on attention. The Stories That Refuse to Sink From the rocky edges of Lake Superior to the busy harbors...