Circle City

I use to live in Indianapolis.  I loved the city. When I lived there, the city was going through renaissance.  Before the mid-nineties, people use to say that they rolled the streets up at night.

My university was downtown.  I loved walking to the Canal to study in between classes. The downtown area was clean and pretty.

At first, I lived near the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.  That was horrible in the spring. I couldn’t open my windows without hearing “vroom…vroom” and on time trial or race day…oyevay… I once got stuck 3 blocks from home.  It wouldn’t have mattered if I didn’t have to pee so badly.  I almost wet my pants. I love the apartment because it was my 1st place, but that was the only reason.  Boy was that place nasty.

My next place was in the historic district downtown in a lovely painted lady.  These houses now go for a pretty penny, but they were just starting to revitalize the area when I lived there.  That house was amazing. Too bad the roommates were asses.

Still, I have lovely memories in that house too.  That’s where my German brother Alexander and I started off. Actually, for all the horrible memories there, Alexander trumps them immeasurably.

After I left Indy, my brother moved there to do his residency.  I loved visiting him down there (FREE PLACE TO STAY!).  Then he had to go and get a Fellowship in Ohio…some people…

I spent some time in Indy this summer visiting friends and doing the NITE Ride again.  I loved being down there.  I really miss that city.  It still feels like home.