Today is my special day (Labor Day). I sit out in the yard and watch the annual parade of boats and fancy cars leaving for Chicago. In a couple of weeks, the lake will be peaceful and quiet--time to do some fishing, pontoon boating, and simply gazing out on the quiet waters, now abandoned by the city folks from Illinois. Some local people refer to them as FIP's, but you have to be careful to whom you say it, since many now local people are descendants of FIP's or are cousins, or in-laws, or such. This county in SW Michigan has 113 named lakes, and many other pothole lakes that aren't named, so that is a huge attraction for the people from Chicago, which is just 2 1/2 hours away, by Interstate 94, at 85 MPH.
They come just after Easter to check out their summer homes, then by Memorial Day they come, like locusts, in shiny clean cars, muscling their way around town, in the restaurants, in the boutiques and antique shops, and in the farmers' markets seeking their own brand of entertainment and relaxation, Chicago style. They look down upon the locals as "quaint" They also contact Tru-Green to make sure their lawns have been sprayed and fertilized correctly. They seem to always be in a hurry, talk loud, and wear trendy clothing. Whenever a new family buys property on the lake, they try to make it pristine, suburban clean,. and they have led numerous rallies to start weed control projects on the water, or to eliminate water speed limits that were imposed back in the sixties. They spend all their time at the water's edge or on the water itself, not seeming able to grasp the idea of water, versus concrete. One family down the road spent four summers, all of them just standing and gazing out at the water from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon, every weekend , like mear cats.......
FIP's. They don't know or care that I have a huge garden out back, I gather and cut my fireplace wood, or that I seriously use my Cub for lot of things. They would object, though, if I had chickens, or a pig.....
Yes, they influence our way of life here in SW Michigan. But we get them back. They buy our beer and expensive groceries in our stores, they eat in our restaurants, they buy our gas for their big cars and fancy boats, and they contract with our folks for plumbing, and electrical, and other maintenance things. We also charge them a higher tax rate for their overdone cottages and summer homes since those are second homes and don't qualify for homestead exemptions. And best of all, they'll be gone tomorrow for another eight months......
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