I had lunch the other day with two friends from way back. As we sat down at a public golf course in Prophetstown in Northwest Illinois, I realized each of us has been president of a respected statewide organization over the many decades. There might be a column here, I thought.
Bud Thompson (his longtime neighbors would be surprised to learn his given name is Howard) was called back early from art school in Taos, New Mexico, as a teen in 1948 to take over the family business. Bud built it into five hog-buying stations, and sold millions of pigs to packers across the Midwest over a successful career.
Bud was elected to his local school board in 1958, and a few years later as president of the Illinois Association of School Boards. In 1978, Gov. Jim Thompson appointed Bud to the Illinois State Board of Education, where he became vice chair. Now 90 and sharp as a tack, Bud was reelected in 2020 to the Whiteside County Board, making him maybe the oldest elected official in the state.
A craggy, tall drink of water, Jon Whitney went to college on a basketball scholarship, and dreamed of the NBA until he realized his Converse sneakers were basically glued to the gym floor. Educated to teach English lit, Jon instead bought the Carroll County Review in 1967, which he and his wife have put out every fricking week since. In 1985, Jon became president of the board of the Illinois Press Association board, which then had 750 member newspapers. Jon and Bud have also headed just about every civic, service and local government group you can shake a stick at.
So, with two-and-a-half centuries of active life experience among us, I’d say we have the credentials to do some summing up.
I asked my buddies: What guidance do you have for your grandchildren, going forward? “Education, and more education,” declared Bud immediately, which wasn’t surprising, “and do something you’re passionate about. Develop the capacity to learn new skills in a society that is changing at breakneck speed.” In other words, the best protections against the vagaries of life are marketable education and skills.
What are the biggest changes you have seen in society since World War II? “The American family has changed dramatically,” Jon said. Indeed, I chimed in, drawing on earlier reading about how single-parent households had increased from 7 percent of all in 1968 to 25 percent one recent year (66 percent among African American households).
“Ozzie and Harriet are gone, the churches are almost empty and the jails are full,” Bud continued.
“Interest in public service is down as well, and ditto for membership in service clubs,” added Jon.
My contribution to the conversation: The pace of life since my childhood eight decades ago seems to have gone from slow and calm, to frenetic and stressful. If so, I collar television, smartphones and social media for bringing the world and all its crises, catastrophes and conflicts into our noggins, relentlessly. It’s enough to keep us on edge, possibly create snappish behavior. After all, the mind can handle only so much at one time.
The big, indeed pleasant, surprise to me at lunch was the bullish attitude these two lifelong Prairie Staters have about the future of Illinois. I expected the same gloom and doom I hear elsewhere. What do these guys know that others don’t?
The two seemed to brush off our fiscal, corruption, high property tax and other problems as addressable, at least for leaders who want to solve problems.
As for positives: “Land,” declared Jon, “and water,” blurted Bud. The latter was understandable, us being at a public golf course within not much more than a stone’s throw from both the Mississippi and Rock rivers.
“And it’s not only the good earth we have,” said Jon, “but the availability of good land, right in the middle of the nation, for housing and production.”
In support, I recalled the cogent observation of entrepreneur Jim Schultz of Effingham, which I have used before: In each of the five Rs critical for economic development — rivers, runways, rails, roads, and routers — Illinois is among the top three states in the nation.
So, instead of an echo chamber of negatives, Bud and Jon lamented, we must do a better job of trumpeting our many pluses to the world.
We couldn’t over one lunch resolve all the issues we raised. Yet, I am encouraged these two friends of mine, obviously not yet over the hill, still have the fire in the belly to contribute, and keep looking ahead. Talk about role models for the generations coming along!