Great column! (I’m catching up after some travels.) Your work is probably very popular in the Indianapolis real estate industry: makes a person want to move there!
Maybe, but you'll have to get your cousin to inspect it for me, before I make my final offer! (What I wouldn't give to have the Culps in the neighborhood, too! Even for visits!) I don't tend to follow through (as you two do), but when I was a kid and we would drive through Iowa, every town we went through (no freeways!) I would pipe up: "I want to move here!" At least that's what my mom always told me, and I vaguely remember it, too.
Didn’t know your house was on the National Registry! A great reason to avoid fixing things. But seriously, it would be nice to be in an area where buildings aren’t routinely destroyed after 20 years.
Barbara knows how to keep your head from swelling so large that no hat could ever fit, doesn't she?
Bravo for honoring the 8 year itch and bringing yourselves back home again to Indiana, where we happily scratch each other's backs and gaze at geese and blue herons.
My gosh, stud!! Maybe Barbara can take you on a tour of her old dates' homes some day! Glad you left Santa Fe . There really are only so many Suguaro that you can pretend are pretty.
My daughter’s 1825 house in WV is on the National Historic Register, too. You can tell by the plaque... and the plumbing. Be happy you and B even have doorknobs.
Lovely story, Robert. Although I would never have believed it at seventeen, I think something pulls us back to our home territories. And I would imagine it feels very good to be welcomed back by all those people you used to know.
Great column! (I’m catching up after some travels.) Your work is probably very popular in the Indianapolis real estate industry: makes a person want to move there!
Should I reserve something for you? If you move here, the Culps will come visit...
Maybe, but you'll have to get your cousin to inspect it for me, before I make my final offer! (What I wouldn't give to have the Culps in the neighborhood, too! Even for visits!) I don't tend to follow through (as you two do), but when I was a kid and we would drive through Iowa, every town we went through (no freeways!) I would pipe up: "I want to move here!" At least that's what my mom always told me, and I vaguely remember it, too.
Didn’t know your house was on the National Registry! A great reason to avoid fixing things. But seriously, it would be nice to be in an area where buildings aren’t routinely destroyed after 20 years.
Barbara knows how to keep your head from swelling so large that no hat could ever fit, doesn't she?
Bravo for honoring the 8 year itch and bringing yourselves back home again to Indiana, where we happily scratch each other's backs and gaze at geese and blue herons.
My gosh, stud!! Maybe Barbara can take you on a tour of her old dates' homes some day! Glad you left Santa Fe . There really are only so many Suguaro that you can pretend are pretty.
It's amazing, isn't it, Susie? All I can figure is, after dating me these girls never wanted to date again...
My daughter’s 1825 house in WV is on the National Historic Register, too. You can tell by the plaque... and the plumbing. Be happy you and B even have doorknobs.
You waited until the penultimate paragraph! Great Bob. Keep them coming.
I know, Trixie! I don't get no respect!
These always make me smile. You just might be my favorite Hoosier writer. Sorry Kurt...
Thank you, thank you... You're pretty high up on my Illinois writer list, too. Sorry Ernest and Carl...
I believe you can trace Indianapolis’ revival to 1984 when they stole the Baltimore Colts...
There's more to Indianapolis than just baseball, Mitch...
Toothpaste, memories of home (going to visit soon!), and Phyllis Diller. Fangs for the memories, Bob.
Lovely story, Robert. Although I would never have believed it at seventeen, I think something pulls us back to our home territories. And I would imagine it feels very good to be welcomed back by all those people you used to know.
I read this at 9 pm. Don’t hate me. 😉
It's cool, Chris. Most of my staffers are taking tomorrow off for Phyllis Diller's birthday, so we posted early....
I always wondered why people leave Santa Fe. Now I know. Toothpaste! No, I get it. Thanks for the perspective. And the story!
Another lovely story! But you had a family member who carefully visited every part of the house before you bought it...sight unseen by you but not me!
Did we ever get around to thanking you, Cuz?
I would have happily brought toothpaste to you.
Sure, Deborah. Let's see if you remember that when you pass through here in the fall...