A reminder to those of you who express outrage and ”see red” when it comes to a Lake Calumet airport: I don`t see red. I see green every time I sit on my back porch on a clear day and hear the cows from the dairy farm a mile away. I hear green in the hoot of the owls perched in the 50-year-old stand of oaks across the street. I taste green with the doe and her fawn that graze at the edge of the field.
You can scream injustice for the ”thousands of retired and helpless people” who may lose their homes in the Lake Calumet area, but remember the fourth-generation farmers in rural Illinois and Indiana; remember the many people who live here now on land bought to escape what has become of city life.
A green grass airport will destroy dreams, heritage, families and the peace of a rural way of life. In all fairness, remember these things, too.
