I spent many a happy day in New Buffalo during my youth. Indeed, it was on a drive back to Chicago from there that I first resolved to live in Michigan when I grew up. I was seven years old at the time, and my father told me that I should get that idea out of my head right now. "You can't live in Michigan," he pontificated, "nobody lives in Michigan." "Grandma lives in Michigan," I retorted. "Grandmas don't count, " he shot back, "nobody else lives in Michigan." I could read pretty well by then, and I reminded him of the sign that said, "New Buffalo High School - Home of the Bisons" and expressed doubt that the student body consisted entirely of grandmas. At this point my mother intervened because my father and I were both getting angry at each other about it. I closed with, "Very well, I won't mention it again, but mark my words, I will be living in Michigan when I'm 21." And I was.
If this new trail is completed, Chicago kids won't have to wait to grow up before leaving the city for a better life. They will be able to jump on their bicycles and peddle their asses off to Michigan any time they want. Good for them!
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