Don’t Fence Me In
Limiting Public Land Jeopardizes Michigan’s Character
Nobody’s going to confuse it with Chicago or Denver, but Lansing is an honest-to-God city, albeit mid-sized. We’ve got a decent food scene, a solid bus system, skyscrapers—even our own professional ball club.
It’s a great place to work. But like Melville’s Ishmael when he was away from the sea awhile, if I’m too long in town without at least a brief escape to the woods, “it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off.”
Luckily, a couple of years ago I discovered a secret spot on a little trout creek about an hour southwest of my home in East Lansing. (I’m not divulging details. Unless you buy me a Two Hearted Ale—then I’ll tell you exactly where it is.) Read more
