
Retrogressive development restively slinks about the protected oaks and wetlands surrounding this small lake gone Gichigami. Gordon Lightfoot, still living, could write lyrics for these potentially stormy days of late summer, as a company called Hummel attempts to take twenty-two percent of the community proper and turn it into socialized density more akin to something one might find where Cabrini Green once stood in downtown Chicago.
The big meeting went down at seven in the evening in front of the entire city council…planning commission present but separately seated at a children’s table nearby. Several years back the Mirbeau-Hummel Company bought a huge chunk of the town and made its first attempt at paving over a good portion of our lake property. They were beaten back by feisty local politicians and a referendum wherein the community voted by seventy-seven percent to turn the project down. Hummel sued Lake Geneva for a hundred and twenty million (which comes to about $17,666.00 for each living member of the town!).
Fear set in following the huge lawsuit. Two years went by. New alder people and new planning commissioners came aboard. On July 18 of this year the planning commission approved a new plan to let Hummel develop their land with a ‘blank slate.’ That meeting set the stage for the council meeting which I attended. The community came to speak. Loathing erupted forth in low-keyed deliveries by deeply concerned citizens. Loathing toward Hummel, which now denies it has anything to do with its old drinking partner Mirbeau. Loathing toward a planning commission and a council that might sell their stated intent right down the slop tube. The planning commission approved the Hummel development after city liability insurance representatives met with some very smooth Hummel operators. This is the same insurance company that will pay nothing toward any lawsuit settlement as long as Hummel simply gets what it wanted prior to its filing.
Lake Geneva showed up in force and voiced its opinion again at the full meeting. The Hummel guy’s one-hour presentation was lengthy, slick and intended to send the overflow crowd home beaten down by boredom. But not one soul left that meeting early. For hours, going deep into the night, housewives, veterans, farmers and worried citizens raged on to the assembled council. To what end? Fear trumped Loathing. As small town midnight struck the council voted 5 to 3 in favor of fear. The Hummel Company, sounding way too much like the Hummer Company, beat Lake Geneva handily.
Stay tuned for our next issue in which names will be named, reputations maligned, lawyers powerfully derided, all the while our staff consumes significant quantities of Absynthe ($65 a bottle at our new boutique grocery store on Broadway) and Ether (Walgreens for 5 dollars a pint), to assuage our publically doubted integrity and tattered credibility. Until then, we shall sleep…fitfully, awaiting our next nocturnal contact.—James Strauss







