Kind of stupid to announce that, eh?
Well, in that case, here are our instructions for any prospective burglars.
Our home is yours for the taking! Please make sure to turn off the lights when you leave and do not mess with the thermostat. I left half of a Papa John's medium green pepper and sausage in the fridge in case you or your partners-in-crime get hungry.
Oh, and I put a spring gun on one of the doors, but I'm not telling which one.
Anyway, I started this odyssey by driving five hours to Broad Ripple (sorry Kim, I had no time -- you'll see by reading on), then an overnight in Richmond, a meeting there and then off to Batesville, over to Bloomington, up to Greenwood tomorrow with a stop in Fishers in the PM and then over to Terre Haute to stay with the wife and children I haven't seen since Sunday. From there, we head to Cincinnati for a wedding on Saturday, then back north to home.
I'm not built for useless travel like this.
Which brings me to Bloomington, albeit briefly. It is slightly pathetic, but since I couldn't cajole Bundy to join me for dinner (he's busy) and the wife and kids had plans in Terre Haute, I decided to walk B-Town by myself.
What a friggin' loser! (sigh)
Oh well, here's my dinner.
That's a $2 PBR (the Blue Jewel) and a plate of hummus.
Can the IU grads guess where I ate solo this evening? I've been craving it since we missed it on the annual Bloomington trip in June.
After downing a few PBRs (alone -- which is both sad and funny), I walked the campus.
The IMU
The Main Library
A super-creepy water color of Winston Schindell -- the boss of our boss of our boss when we slaved away at the IMU.Melancholy has nothing on you, Winston. Yikes.
Note to Bill: I made a trip to the Tree Suites on behalf of all things nature. The photo of the lavatory didn't come out too well and the janitor didn't think I was funny.
Showalter Fountain (under construction). Trivia: I once swam in this fountain in 1994 dressed as a Vancouver Canuck.
Herman B. Wells - former President/Chancellor/Overlord of IUI was going to take a photo of myself in Hermie's lap, but there were two problems: (1) it was infested with hornets; and (2) his smile.
The Elsinore Brewing Company (aka the IMU Student Activities Tower).
An inscription inside the breezeway of Memorial Hall.
Kirkwood Avenue and the Sample Gates at dusk -- right before I booked it past the ragamuffins who had taken up positions on both sides of Kirkwood.Man, the recession has been tough for my hombres.
On behalf of all ghosts, I bid you farewell from B-Town. I'd like to go home now.
2 comments:
You should have snapped a pic of you at some point...I don't really believe that you are there. Maybe it is somebody else taking the pics and you are really hoggin' it at a sorority house.
All you need was three letters for proof "PBR".
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