Letters 10-17-2016

Here’s The Truth The group Save our Downtown (SOD), which put Proposal 3 on the ballot, is ignoring the negative consequences that would result if the proposal passes. Despite the group’s name, the proposal impacts the entire city, not just downtown. Munson Medical Center, NMC, and the Grand Traverse Commons are also zoned for buildings over 60’ tall...

Keep TC As-Is In response to Lynda Prior’s letter, no one is asking the people to vote every time someone wants to build a building; Prop. 3 asks that people vote if a building is to be built over 60 feet. Traverse City will not die but will grow at a pace that keeps it the city people want to visit and/or reside; a place to raise a family. It seems people in high-density cities with tall buildings are the ones who flock to TC...

A Right To Vote I cannot understand how people living in a democracy would willingly give up the right to vote on an impactful and important issue. But that is exactly what the people who oppose Proposal 3 are advocating. They call the right to vote a “burden.” Really? Since when does voting on an important issue become a “burden?” The heart of any democracy is the right of the people to have their voice heard...

Reasons For NoI have great respect for the Prop. 3 proponents and consider them friends but in this case they’re wrong. A “yes” vote on Prop. 3 is really a “no” vote on..

Republican Observations When the Republican party sends its presidential candidates, they’re not sending their best. They’re sending people with a lot of problems. They’re sending criminals, they’re sending deviate rapists. They’re sending drug addicts. They’re sending mentally ill. And some, I assume, are good people...

Stormy Vote Florida Governor Scott warns people on his coast to evacuate because “this storm will kill you! But in response to Hillary Clinton’s suggestion that Florida’s voter registration deadline be extended because a massive evacuation could compromise voter registration and turnout, Republican Governor Scott’s response was that this storm does not necessitate any such extension...

Third Party Benefits It has been proven over and over again that electing Democrat or Republican presidents and representatives only guarantees that dysfunction, corruption and greed will prevail throughout our government. It also I believe that a fair and democratic electoral process, a simple and fair tax structure, quality health care, good education, good paying jobs, adequate affordable housing, an abundance of healthy affordable food, a solid, well maintained infrastructure, a secure social, civil and public service system, an ecologically sustainable outlook for the future and much more is obtainable for all of us...

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Scenes from an ongoing crisis

Robert Downes - May 16th, 2011
Scenes from an ongoing crisis
There seemed to be more panhandlers than ever on a trip to Chicago this
spring. Especially along Michigan Avenue south of the river it was like
running a gauntlet, with needy faces floating up like balloons from
hoodies and ear-flap hats every 100 yards or so along the sidewalk.
“Can you spare me something? I’m hungry... God bless you, have a good day...”
It’s not long before you find yourself avoiding eye contact. I’m not
averse to giving money to street people, but they’ve got to have an
obvious mental disability or missing a limb to qualify, and some of the
people we saw on Michigan Ave. looked like pros or anemic junkies. One
seemed to be reporting to a sharp-dressed man in a new BMW -- either the
driver was the nicest Good Samaritan in the world, hailing a beggar to
make a hand-out on his way to the office, or he was running a string of
spare-changers, like his counterparts in the Mumbai Mafia.
“Beggar” is a dehumanizing word; “panhandler” has a friendlier
connotation. But they’re both one-size-fits-all terms and it makes you
wonder, at what bitter end does a human being cross the line of abject
humiliation to beg?
And at what point does someone use a child or a baby as a sympathy prop,
as also seems to be common in the Windy City?
Even dishwashing jobs must be few and far between at the lower depths of
society, and then there are factors such as drug addiction, mental
illness, and your garden variety of social ineptness or hostility that
bars the door to landing a job.
Still, it’s quite surrealistic observing all of the high-stepping beauties
and manicured suits marching up and down past billions of dollars of
investment along the Miracle Mile, straight-arming that growing army of
I thought of heading over to McDonald’s and buying some $1 coupons to hand
out, having read somewhere that this is what good liberals do in lieu of
contributing to a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. But McDonald’s was a mile away
and it struck me that this might be a bit like buying duck food at the
Closer to home, there seem to be more gypsy ramblers in town this year,
their faces burned reddish-black from frostbite and sleeping out over the
winter. They’ve become a familiar sight on residential streets, passing
meekly by on their old bikes or towing their carts, trying not to get
You find the homeless in odd places. Riding the bike trail near Oryana
Food Coop, I found an old man sleeping in the weeds, a bird’s nest of
ragged white hair sprouting from his Army coat and his face as red and
waxy as a pickled crab apple from chronic alcoholism. He could be
stretchered into the food coop and given a carrot juice infusion, a
full-body massage and the holistic works, like in an ayurvedic, organic
ICU unit; but would it make a difference for more than a day? Chances are
this man’s whole life needs to be reeled back to the beginning and ladled
with the chicken soup of love from an early age.
There are several hobo camps in and around Traverse City -- one reputedly
quite large -- but, as is the case in Chicago, there aren’t enough
resources in this recession to weave a safety net for everyone. Even the
Goodwill Inn -- which does heroic work taking in homeless families --
requires its guests to search for a job each day, but that seems well
beyond the ability of some of the folks you see camping in the bushes
outside town.
Not everyone is a vagrant. A local artist spent the entire winter in
an unheated cottage without electricity or running water. She was
fortunate to have an outhouse and an old wreck of a car to work a few
part-time gigs. Getting through the winter meant hauling jugs of water
home to wash up with or camping on someone’s couch when the temperature
went beneath bearable.
Then there’s the price of gas. Few places in America seem to have more
people driving around in monster trucks and SUVs than Northern
Michigan. We got a taste of the gas crisis in 2008, but counted our
Cherokees and Silverados as being too dear to give up before $4 gas
came around again.
Last week, the gauge passed the $63 mark while I was filling up my
15-gallon tank at a gas station out in the boondocks -- a shocker. How do
people afford to pay for gas on the huge trucks you see everywhere? I
wondered. They’re shelling out more than $100 a tank.
The guy at the head of the line dressed like an extra from My Name is Earl
asked for a tin of chewing tobacco as he paid for his gas. Then the next
guy did the same, and incredibly the third guy as well. There was a whole
wall full of chew at the station: Red Man, Grizzly, Kodiak, Husky... I
think it was six bucks a can.
It seemed strange that anyone would hang on to such an expensive,
low-class habit at a time when gasoline is $4.20 a gallon. But perhaps
when times get tough, small pleasures such as a plug of chewing tobacco
seem all the more comforting. Perhaps all the more important.
That night, I dreamed that I was camping on the moon with dozens of
friends and hundreds of others. Our tents were spread out in the silky
dust of lunar craters and the brilliant glare of the sun lit everything in
a stark diamond-gray. Everyone was smiling, laughing and having the time
of their lives camping on the moon, but I had a terrible feeling that I
was going to have to tell them that we might not make it...
I woke up realizing that my dream was a child of anxiety tied to that
moment in the gas station, wondering what’s going to happen if and when
things get even crazier?
A lot of people seem to feel that way these days. So it‘s welcome news
that the price of gas is predicted to go down .75 cents by this summer,
and that more jobs are trickling into the economy as the ice of this
recession begins to crack. But it all seems to be happening far slower
than we might wish.
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