Saving a Chicago beach

This isn’t just any beach in Chicago I’m trying to save. In my opinion it’s the greatest beach in Chicago I’m trying to save.

Chicago is known throughout the country for its beautiful front yard – we call it Lake Michigan. With its miles and miles of flowing tresses bordering one entire side of Chicago, many beaches are described as home to thousands of people from Memorial Day to Labor Day every year.

I need your help.  The City of Chicago is strapped, economically speaking, and unless we “adopt” 57th Street Beach and clean it up no one will be able to enjoy the wonderfulness that this beach offers in a myriad of ways: clean sands, numerous trees and bushes, beautiful landscaping and stonework, bike/walking paths, water fountains and BBQ grills. Oh, and let's not forget the field house on Promontory Point where weddings and receptions have taken place forever. 

But some of you take this beach (and other beaches) for granted. Who cleans up the beach when City budget constraints allow only intermittent trash cleanup? Who gets rid of tons of trash, dead animals and food items on the beach every year because the City doesn’t have the manpower to take care of this?

WE DO!!!
You know how we do it? By adopting the beach for two hours three times a year to help clean up an area in which you and I want to swim, play, frolic and just plain look at the water. Want to keep doing this? 

Sign on to help me clean up
57th Street
 Beach on Saturday, April 28th from 9:30-11:30am.

Go to www.greatlakes.org/adoptabeach and click on volunteer for an existing team, Chicago, 4/28/12,
57th Street
 Beach.

Trust me; the two hours you spend cleaning the beach for others just might be the ticket for a “rest of the day” inner glow.

Just might.


Peace.
JoAnn

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