MY God, you're the one who took his Lexus to 44th and Primrose hoping to interview people about a murder! Surely you can knock on a door on Meridian to ask what isn't so bad about a Hoosier.
Several good LOLs in there! Thank you. And as I often say, "I've never met a Hoosier I didn't like." It's true. Though I usually say "person from Indiana." (California has a lot of good ones.)
Dear Bob Basler, whom I have known almost my whole life (All Souls Unitarian Church) - I knew you were brilliant (and kinda good looking, by the way), but who knew you would become an author that I consider to be ALMOST as good as Vonnegut or Wakefield (Shortridgers, by the way- sorry, they didn't even KNOW about Broad Ripple High School, your alma mater)? At any rate, these 5 am Stories just get BETTER AND BETTER and I laughed a LOT during this one. BRAVO!!!
Also, there is a heck of lot of other things going on with that car. I think the bigger question is how many hippies are there in Indianapolis and where to they congregate?
Great story as always, Bob. Assuming “Hoosier,” can be construed as a compliment, what, in your opinion, is tacitly required of one who deigns to wear the moniker? Born and raised in Indiana? Or perhaps mere residency for more than, say, eighteen months? Burning questions.
MY God, you're the one who took his Lexus to 44th and Primrose hoping to interview people about a murder! Surely you can knock on a door on Meridian to ask what isn't so bad about a Hoosier.
My extensive research proves that in other states they shot first and asked “Who’s There?” Later. Which is why Hoosiers ain’t so bad. You’re welcome.
Several good LOLs in there! Thank you. And as I often say, "I've never met a Hoosier I didn't like." It's true. Though I usually say "person from Indiana." (California has a lot of good ones.)
I don't understand why such a fuss about being a kitchen cabinet?
It adds a touch of mystique to the state.
Look for “Horton Hears a Hoosiers” in the libraries there. You could read it while enjoying a hot brown chicken with egg on a biscuit for breakfast.
Dear Bob Basler, whom I have known almost my whole life (All Souls Unitarian Church) - I knew you were brilliant (and kinda good looking, by the way), but who knew you would become an author that I consider to be ALMOST as good as Vonnegut or Wakefield (Shortridgers, by the way- sorry, they didn't even KNOW about Broad Ripple High School, your alma mater)? At any rate, these 5 am Stories just get BETTER AND BETTER and I laughed a LOT during this one. BRAVO!!!
Also, there is a heck of lot of other things going on with that car. I think the bigger question is how many hippies are there in Indianapolis and where to they congregate?
Take that antique pistol from your sweater drawer and knock on their door!
Just off the bus.
Great story as always, Bob. Assuming “Hoosier,” can be construed as a compliment, what, in your opinion, is tacitly required of one who deigns to wear the moniker? Born and raised in Indiana? Or perhaps mere residency for more than, say, eighteen months? Burning questions.
You can be as PROUD as you want to!!! ENCORE! ENCORE!
It's a good one ,Bob...