From: Michael Abdoo
When I first stepped foot in Winona, almost 10 years ago to the day, I was instantly transfixed by the wondrous beauty of the bluffs that encircle my adoptive home. Twenty-two years old and on a cross-country road trip with a friend, I couldn’t escape the allure of this little city on the Big River as I passed through, the plains, mountains and high desert of the American West. I returned home on December 24th, 2010, celebrated the holiday with my Catholic family, and began plotting my move to the island city in the bluffs. I was living on West Broadway less than six weeks later. I met my wife and am raising my children here in Winona. This is home.
On the surface Winona can look like any other small, homogeneous town tucked away in every nook of this country, but we’re not as similar as we may seem. We disagree about almost everything. From how to maintain and rethink our local roads, how to best support our struggling schools, to how to celebrate or varying faiths (or lack of faith). The one, seemingly universal belief in this town is how important the bluffs are to our individual and collective identities. The bluffs are where we work, play, pray, and gather.
I don’t believe it’s wise to allow a small handful of the wealthiest Winona to publicly brand our greatest shared asset, our bluffs.
I again ask our elected officials to ban lighted displays on the bluffs.