Friday, January 23, 2009
A Flight Over Michiana
Good morning, this is your captain speaking. On behalf of the Chronicles crew we would like to welcome you aboard Public Radio Flight 881 to the year ahead. Today’s flight time will be four minutes and thirty seconds, and our course will take us over the Michiana communities of our listening audience. Our cruising altitude today will give us a broader view of things ahead, so I want you to sit back, ease your mind, and enjoy your trip.
Today’s forecast, well, no surprise that we’re in for some bumpy weather. Our navigator Lee has been tracking the economic winds from Wall Street to Main Street and they do vary from the challenging to the ridiculous. As we pass through these low property value systems I will be turning on the fasten seatbelt sign. At that time, please remain in your seats. Though we may see nothing but darkness and rain outside our windows, do know that there’s no need to be afraid. Your thoughts and feelings of anxiety or helplessness do not mean that you, or this community, are in fact in danger.
First, our community craft is designed to handle just these situations. If we lose visual contact with our plans and expectations we can change course, climbing higher to get a broader perspective or change our flight plan altogether. Second, this craft and crew are certified to fly by instrument only, meaning that we do not actually need to have visual contact with our future. We can navigate safely off the beacons of our inner values, neighboring communities, and satellite signals from far above us. And third and most important, we have ourselves as a caring community.
You know, I get to fly and see quite a bit of this country but when it comes to hard work, resilience, and survivability, people in the Midwest are second to none. In the event that we do need to make a sudden unscheduled landing, the solution will not involve placing your head between your knees or locating the nearest exit. Instead, you will find all the support and security you need seated right here in the rows around you. So take a moment, put down your magazine, turn off your cell phone, and introduce yourself to your fellow citizens. Since we are overbooked on stress today I’ll be asking for a few volunteers to give up their seated comfort zones and step into leadership positions.
Along our journey I will be pointing out some historically new opportunities and we’ll try to get down low so you see them more clearly. We have a new president and new social and political formations developing in our country. Here in Michiana, despite a sputtering motor vehicle and RV industry many of you are hard at work on their modern replacements: public and private cooperatives like a nanotechnology park, an Eddy Street commons, a fast-growing bicycle coalition, an Ecofest, Artbeat and nationally ranked kayaking, performing arts, public libraries, and jazz festivals. Not to mention a startling array of spiritual and religious groups to assure we keep more on our radar screen than possessions and property values. So if you seek an affordable community transforming itself into a healthy, balanced, interesting place to live, you’ve found your home.
Well, we’ve have just been cleared for takeoff. So once again on behalf of the Chronicles crew this is Jeff Nixa, and I’d like to thank you for flying with us today. Flight attendants, please prepare for takeoff.
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Michiana Chronicles is a series of radio essays by Jonathan Nashel, Louise Collins, Joe Chaney, Jeanette Saddler Taylor, Jeff Nixa, April Lidinsky, Ken Smith, Heather Curlee Novak, David James, and Elizabeth Van Jacob.
Michiana is the region of north-central Indiana and southern Michigan roughly centered on South Bend, Indiana.
Michiana Chronicles airs on Fridays at 7:35 a.m. and 12:30 p.m. on WVPE (88.1 FM), the home of public radio in Elkhart / South Bend, Indiana.
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