The first time I moved to Michiana — to Michigan City, Indiana — it was 1980. Everything about that move was counter-intuitive… I was moving from northern California…a state filled with Midwestern exiles.
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Hoosiers like to say that Indiana waits. Waits, that is, for other states to make changes and adopt new-fangled ideas so that we don’t have to. This attitude is promoted by many of our reigning elected officials, who like thinking of Indiana as the cracker barrel philosopher of states, the winking codger who spits and […]
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The lake’s cycles can seem hard to predict. They happen and people get used to them, forgetting that things are bound to change. Now, though, there’s a wild card that’s put the old certainties in a new light — make that a strobe light: climate change.
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His eclectic personal story seems uniquely suited to our moment…he can, in other words, speak personally about a variety of experiences in ways most other candidates can’t.
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This national park, you realize, is actually a last line of resistance, a green and blue membrane holding back the accumulated pressure human will has piled on the earth and insisted was progress.
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Suburbanization could efface the remarkable compound of urban grit and natural beauty that makes Michigan City unlike any other community in Michiana.
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Hoosiers in Michiana are long used to being treated like a colony. In the first place, where most of Indiana is landlocked, we live on one of the largest bodies of fresh water in the world. This has not only set us apart, it has set us up for exploitation
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A lot of people — Hoosiers included — don’t think of beaches when they think of Indiana. But our beaches are one this state’s most valuable natural resources, places of great beauty that also create and contribute to a sense of shared community.
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Michiana is a fascinating, complicated, exasperating, ultimately enriching place.
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By David Hoppe I first met Lois Main Templeton at the Faris Building in 1988. My wife and I had moved to Indianapolis with our pre-school son in March of that year. An ice storm descended on the city during our first night in the duplex we rented in Broad Ripple. When we awoke, morning […]
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