Thank you, Mrs.
Davis, for the
amazing cornbread. When
you take off your makeup
at night, I watch.
Every couple of months, I go to Indianapolis. It’s not an exciting trip or an exciting city, for that matter. Sometimes, I feel as if the whole state of Indiana hates the Region. This doesn’t give me the warm and fuzzy about sitting outside of the Irsay family YMCA in the hot sun looking at the Lilly pharmaceutical facility.
I hesitate to bombard the three or four of you with so many pictures. It may seem like I’m trying to show off. Maybe I am.
But remember the pledge –
It’s 8pm on Wednesday, June 19, 2019. And, you guessed it – it’s raining. This has been the grayest stretch of eight months in the history of the Region
It’s gray. It’s gloomy. And your feet are wet. Amidst such mirth, how is a person supposed to find the bright spot on your radio dial?