David Landsel writes in the New York Post:
"If you ever wanted to understand how Michigan’s mighty economy crashed down to earth so spectacularly, you should probably just go hang out in the northern part of the state, where pristine lakes and quiet rivers are filled with happy people in boats, dragged up from the industrial flatlands, mostly behind giant, American-made pickup trucks.
"Work? Who needs it?
"When you’re here, it’s hard to see anything wrong with the picture. Particularly when you’re on one of the boats yourself, as I was last week, with some guy I met at a bar who asked me and my buddy if we’d like to go out for a spin. After discerning that he was indeed a pretty cool dude — from Detroit, of course; in the auto industry for decades, also of course — and also that his name was Mark, we wandered out back, jumped on board and cruised around Lake Leelanau for awhile as the sun went down, the waters so perfectly clear that even in the shadows of the evening, you could still see it beaming that crazy, tropical, blue-green that the lakes up here are so famous for."
