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7 comments:
No, I don't think it's that you haven't seen the right places yet. I spent four years of my life in that state. It's a wasteland.
Mactech son went to law school in Bloomington. We spent one weekend there, graduation. It was a very pretty town with unusually rich music and theater offerings for such a small place. The bars seemed pretty good too.
But it's definitely a foreign country.
I hate Indiana.
wait, there are states between the oceans?
There must be some kinda telekinetic Hoosier-bashing thing going on of late. I recently found reason to post this blog about various speech infirmities of the Indiana-ians.
I lived in Indianapolis for about five years. Granted, NW Indiana/chicagoland/America's most bountiful Superfund site isn't Bloomington, but I understand your underlyling sentiment.
Even within a blue-hued neighborhood within Indianapolis, it was clear that I was living in Crimson America. I still vividly recall how in my first 3 months in state, any time I introduced myself to someone, the first follow-up question they invariably asked was, "What church do you attend/belong to?"
Fortunately, for the sake of my employment status, I never answered as my subconscious told me to, i.e. "None of your fucing business!" or "The church of your mamma!" or the like.
Foreign is right.
to be fair to east chicago, i actually kind of like it.
fort wayne on the other hand was bad. and driving through the state ain't no great shakes either. driving through ohio is like heaven compared to the shithole of indiana.
Wow! If driving through Ohio is Heaven compared to Indiana, Indiana must be quite hellish.
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