Water is as beautiful as it is frightening. A near drowning experience as a child helped me form this opinion. Water is to be respected; a giver of life and deliverer of death. Some people are drawn to it like artists to a palette; writer to the words. Boats are starting to dot the inlet harbor nearby, proof that seafaring families are planning adventurous outings on the gray/blue waters of Lake Michigan. Sailboats like the, “Sootie Marie,” and “Cholita” tug at the buoys, swaying in the morning breeze as dirty gulls scream overhead. Mast ropes clang, clang, clang a familiar harbor melody on the wind. Skill and experience is required to safely maneuver on waters so cold, deep, and unforgiving.
The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is a tragedy of epic proportion. It will affect generations of wildlife, sealife, and human life on so many levels likely for the rest of time. Why weren’t systems in place to prevent such a catastrophe? Why are we cleaning up after ourselves instead of taking efficient steps to prevent this type of tragic occurance? Did we learn anything from the Exxon Valdez spill in 1989? When will we learn?