how boring must indiana be to think of this as fun

NM - just answered my own question by spotting a pic in your flickr. I recognized you from one he'd posted of the two of you on WDYLL and I know he's told other irl people about ILX so I put 2+2 together. Sorry if that sounds creepy. I have an exceptionally good memory for small details including people's faces. Sometimes it's awesome but it can freak some people out sometimes.

Yes... he is actually.

I can't be freaked out unless you you come at me with a cornbread salad walking like a sleestak and want me to go to Wal-Mart for you. Sorry....

:) LOL

This thread - or at least your updates to it - are awesome btw.

btw cornbread salad is sort of mind-blowing to me. I can't even imagine what that is.

Thank you.

It looked like just stuffing, like a real wet stuffing that was served cold and my bf said it was sort of sweet. He had a nibble. I refused to try it. I sort of believe in kinesiology, and everything in me was saying no.

Well the cat's out of the bag for us *tera. I've loved reading your posts, maybe with the next job is in Baltimore, things will be more exciting. We have found great records in Indiana! Maybe you should start a thread about life on the road?

There are really great vinyl finds in Indiana. Actually, I also found that vintage Native American jewelry and 80 year old sterling stamped Taxco pieces from Mexico are quite the steal here as well. Practically giveaways. Practically the mother lode.

I hope to be so occupied with my camera, coffee houses, vintage and book stores, record stores and exploring the next place we will be in that I won't have time to dwell or even have a dreariness to write about. If it happens to be Vincennes, I will be so happy!

This morning I heard the lawn mower again. There is a strip of grass behind the motel that measures maybe 400sqft. It has been getting mowed every day. I kept hearing the sound of a lawnmower since my first morning here but would delegate the noise to that part of my consciousness that barely simmers on a low flame. A few days ago I looked out the bathroom window and saw a man stoically riding a lawnmower and mowing what seems like a very insignificant piece of land. Apparently the patch of grass is very important to this man. He is either dedicated to having the grass always look neat and trim or determined to never let it flourish or have it's way, not even for a mere 24 hours. The feeling I get from the grass is it is being oppressed.

I think one of my freshman-year roommates was from Vincennes. Hot-shot tennis player with a sly grin and a deep drawl.

Out of curiosity, how is that town pronounced? Vin-senz?

Vin-senz - yes.

New Orleans can be so treacherous for me. After all the work to learn how to pronounce French correctly, the names all come to me that way and figuring out how to Americanize them is hard, especially since I'm often a wee bit temulent there.

Indiana has both Vin-sinz and Ver-saelz

the tomatoes are really great in summer though

Vincennes has the Pantheon Theatre, patiently undergoing restoration. There was a large sign on the building requesting donations. It sounds like it was once something spectacular. I love the downtown area. I love those old buildings.

There's so many terrific brick and limestone buildings in small towns all over Indiana, lots of small vaudeville houses and masonic temples and storefronts with flourishes where you least expect them. Southern Indiana is still a major limestone producer, huge quarries still operating around Bloomington.

Mostly teens and 20's architecture?

That, and some Beaux-Arts/City Beautiful era too, especially in county seats. Lots of small prosperous manufacturing started happening in that whole area from about 1880 through the 20s.

One of the major highways through Indiana goes through the middle of an old quarry! I remember it, vaguely!

I like the state highways in Indiana. And the cool old courthouses!

I asked about the quarry featured in the movie Breaking Away and heard that all the quarries are hard to get too and are not open to swimmers or hikers? I heard this from a bartender in Bloomington. He said you can ride a bike and park a distance away and try and get in that way. We really wanted to swim in an old quarry. Austin had one in the early 90's that was really fun but by 2000 it was already Old Quarry Condominiums.

The houses are amazing, lots of American Four Square, Romanesque Revival, Queen Anne and Colonial Revival. We love these houses!

I'd like to drive through the middle of an old quarry!

I am really into old vaudeville houses as well. I am really curious about the Gimbel Corner in Vincennes. Much time traveling can be had there so I need to get back soon.

I really love foursquares with dormers and big porches.

They're so American, so "country breezes" and "porch-settin' " in nature.

We really wanted to swim in an old quarry

White Rock Park is quite aways east of you, but there are 3 old quarries there to swim in.

Wait, maybe the highway-through-quarry was in Illinois. Sorry. It was somewhere along a family drive we used to make from MI to Chicago.

I'm fairly certain that there was a big quarry in the middle of Indiana somewhere. My family drove from Maryland to Wisconsin & the UP every summer and that quarry was one of the scenic higlights of the trip.

You can see the quarry where they mined all the stone for the Empire State building, just north of Oolitic (have always loved the name of this town, also Gnaw Bone). But it's nowhere near a major highway. There's an abandoned quarry in Eagle Creek park, northwest of Indianapolis - I wonder if it can be spotted from I-65? Would be probable.

Now I sort of want to go back and revisit all the parks and places we would hang out at as kids.

Ah, Laurel's right. It is in IL.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/3090951792_fa2247bc6d_z.jpg?zz=1

This morning I received an email from a friend of mine in Texas. He told his partner that I was in Petersburg,IN and his partner urged him to email me right away to let me know that I am in Little Dixie. I looked into it. In the 1920's Joe Huffington started the official Indiana chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. The first headquarters was in Evansville, Indiana. Sinister histories linger like old hornets nests. Even when they are not active, the fact that they exist makes them becoming a home for hornets again a definite possibility.

My friend visited this area a few years ago. His partner has been visiting these parts once or twice a year for the past twenty years. In fact, he was just in Evansville a few days ago. I wish I could have had dinner with him. He is a history professor at UT and just a really interesting person with connections to people I know and love. When my friend found out we may be going to Baltimore, MD soon he was excited for me. John Waters! I have John Waters stalking fantasies.

We are going to check out these quarries!

John Waters! I have John Waters stalking fantasies.

A fairly high number of ILXors (myself included) seem to have run into or met him under amusing circumstances so if you do move to MD perhaps the trend might continue and you'll be the next.

Ah, Laurel's right. It is in IL.

Oh wow, I totally remember that quarry from childhood car rides.

Okay, so that is all I need to hear to feel lucky, thanks, ENBB.

I would love to drive through that. Never heard of it until now. It looks so awesome!!!

always strangely disappointed that the first post here isn't a pic of calista flockhart

I tried to Google street maps 'drive' through Vincennes yesterday but it's not very well covered and there's a really annoying smudge on the camera. It otherwise looks like Americana of a very charming stripe.

The Empire Quarry.

Looks astonishing, almost Egyptian in appearance.

visiting a friend in semi-rural pennsylvania. yesterday we drove past a huge quarry (as opposed to one of those tiny ones!) that looked amazing. naturally i thought of this thread

We just returned from Washington, IN. You know, the place I have been saying is not as strange nor as lurid as Petersburg. We went into the town for a promising Mexican dinner at a hole in the wall I had seen and kept hearing about. It was somewhat disappointing. They put mayo on the torta. Who does that? My tacos de lengua were good. There were no chile rellenos, aguas frescas or any of the other foods we were told we could order there. After, I took my boyfriend to the corner store I have been frequenting. This time there was a strange scene, men on cell phones and rolls of hundreds passing hands.

The laundromat had it's own creepy thing going on. Perched outside were three lethargic, little White girls probably ages three, eight and ten. The youngest was quite shocking. She wore the intense scowl of a severely, emotionally injured adult. Her frown never let up, she sat quietly, her face covered with sweat and dirt, her little hands in fists, her curls a tangled mess. Her eyes were the oldest eyes I have ever seen. A young Hispanic man passed by and smiled at them. They showed no emotion but after he entered the laundromat, the oldest asked her mother, who must have been one of the two women sitting several feet away, if she could go inside and say hello. Her mother nodded and all three girls immediately jumped up and ran in.

We bought tortillas and chorizo, a few snacks and left. On the way into town was a young girl in a tank top saucily sauntering as she pushed a stroller with a child no more than a year old and had a two year old walking beside her. She tossed her head and gave my boyfriend a look I have never seen any adult woman give him. We were both a bit freaked out with that brief encounter with pure jail bait.

On the way back home the bucolic landscape was interrupted by intermittent transmission lines and the four smokestacks puffing away at the power plant. We talked about the faces of the children we have seen these past few weeks and how there seems to always be a collection can with the photo of a kid suffering from some bizarre cancer I have never heard of. As we walked through the motel room door the familiar sounds of Lucy, Ricky and the Metz's greeted us. I had left the television on.

Lucy would've been 100 today.

Photo set of the West Baden Springs hotel. Unexpected grandeur in very rural Indiana. We ate lunch in the main domed space; the menu was an odd mix of ladies-who-lunch chicken salad etc and bar food.

This is nice!!!! Are these your pics? The Bowling Pavilion looks like something in France.

PP-I celebrated by watching the marathon on Hallmark....commercials but I have nothing but time, teehee....

Yes they are - we were back there over the 4th of July as part of a big road trip. Having grown up in central Indiana, I'd been down to Brown County and Bloomington lots, but never realized these huge old hotels were there.

I love huge, old hotels. The Shining never really took that away from me, teehee...

My boyfriend suggested dinner tonight at an Amish settlement. Sounds interesting. My first impression of Amish food at the Black Buggy wasn't great though.

I don't want to limit out experiences here. I want to see all we can see good or bad but the Amish...

Since being here and shopping with them at the Wal-Mart for groceries, I have discovered that they creep me out in groups of three or more. It's the whole cult/religion/lifestyle ambiguity coupled with their attire and the looks on their faces. I never understood people who were creeped out by clowns but I sort of get it now. It's a confusion that incites fear. What is a clown, what is their purpose, why are they dressed that way, why are they doing what they are doing? Their attire, make-up, the entire package can swing from ridiculous to sinister for these people. I get it now. That is what the Amish do to me. It's a confusion that scares the hell out of me.

The thought of dinner surrounded by the Amish makes me hyperventilate. I'll do it for him, because I dig the guy and love him even more but, eeksters. I am currently trying to find out exactly where we will be eating so I can view the menu. Then I'd like to check out photos on Flickr, maybe get an idea of what this place is like probably from a photographer who isn't as freaked out by them as I am. Then I'd like to spend the rest of day calmly walking through a casual scenario in my head: walking into the settlement, okay, I see Amish, don't count, breathe, baby steps, menu, order, breath, keep hydrated, focus on boyfriend.....

It's a confusion that incites fear. What is a clown, what is their purpose, why are they dressed that way, why are they doing what they are doing? Their attire, make-up, the entire package can swing from ridiculous to sinister for these people. I get it now.

Stay out of Williamsburg.

Teehee...

Going to try the Schnitzelbank in Jasper,IN instead. Looks very promising!

So where are people talking about the Indiana religious freedom bullshit?

Seconded

I'm still perplexed as to why Indiana's passing of the law has started a nationwide uproar that didn't happen when 19 other states passed virtually the same law. They all suck, of course, but is there some reason in particular people picked NOW to get angry about it?