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<blockquote data-quote="altgeld88" data-source="post: 1946740" data-attributes="member: 2886"><p>I'm going to focus on the positive:</p><p></p><p>Early autumn in the Midwest on a cloudless weekend like the one we just enjoyed was a balm for our weary souls. On the way out from DC on Friday [USER=598591]@Retro62[/USER] and I visited the gym in Knightstown, Indiana that was home to the Hickory Huskers in the film <em>Hoosiers</em>. It's a sight to behold and if you're ever anywhere nearby Indy you must check it out.</p><p></p><p>We drove directly to The Beef House for a 7 p.m. Friday reservation and, really, nothing further needs to be said. Bacon-wrapped filet mignon and dinner rolls as big as your head enjoyed with an IPA: what a country we are blessed to call home. After dinner, the dying embers of a brilliant sunset at our backs, we drove back east across central Indiana on a two-lane highway directly into a rising harvest supermoon, slightly tinted Illni orange, in a crystalline clear dusk sky.</p><p></p><p>Met a good friend of mine from work long ago in DC, who retired early and farms outside Lafayette, for breakfast on Saturday. His cousin rode up on his motorcycle from Indy to join us. Their grandfather and great-grandfather built large portions of Lafayette, and were prominent citizens there. My buddy John has deep roots in town even though he was born and raised in Boston. Very cool to hear his tales of working the land, what's going on locally, and his involvement in the community. Excellent conversation and brotherhood in the early morning sunlight over hot coffee and breakfast outside.</p><p></p><p>Lafayette and West Lafayette are beautiful towns. It was homecoming weekend at Purdue. Everyone was friendly and welcoming to us, and having a good time. Ross-Ade was packed to capacity, and it was an excellent game day experience. The band was outstanding, our seats were ~ 25 rows up at the 40, and I got more sun during the first three quarters, before the sun dipped behind the press box, than I've probably accumulated during the past decade. I'll be looking into skin grafts for my face this coming week.</p><p></p><p>After the game we picked up John at the home of one of his other cousins a couple blocks from the stadium, enjoyed prime rib at Mountain Jack's, and drove back down toward Indy to our Air BnB rental. Today while driving home I don't believe we saw a single cloud the entire day.</p><p></p><p>It was a ridiculously gorgeous weekend in the lower Midwest. Our trip to Indiana and back covered 1440 miles and exactly 60 hours. I can say without reservation that 58:30 of those 60 hours were sheer bliss that I will cherish and remember for the rest of my life. We shall, however, never speak again of what transpired in the residual 90 minutes, as it was an utter abomination. I write this fully aware that it was only the dumb luck of the nearly uninterrupted beauty, tranquility, fellowship and gourmet comestibles that we enjoyed the entire weekend that kept us from seeking out a meth lab somewhere today (and, sadly, our route afforded much opportunity to uncover such facilities) to obliterate permanently the memory of what transpired from roughly the 12:00 mark of the third quarter until the final gun.</p><p></p><p>Accordingly, I shall:</p><p></p><p>(1) give thanks for the many blessings of the past three days;</p><p>(2) re-watch <em>Hooisers</em> at the earliest opportunity;</p><p>(3) hope fervently that the <em>Boiler Up</em> blaring synthetic train horn projected at ~120 dB from the Ross-Ade scoreboard on every Illini third down (and, oh, so many, many failed third downs there were) and Purdue score -- 20 times in all, my friends -- does not haunt my dreams during the coming months; and</p><p>(4) go to sleep in a few minutes wondering just how eye-gouging hapless Nebraska must be at this point to have opened 3.5 point underdogs to the Illini this coming Friday.</p><p></p><p>While (1) and (2) are easy, and I must leave (3) in the hands of my maker, I have no tools with which to comprehend (4). Life comprises mystery and all truth comprises paradox. That's all I got. Well, that, and this image of Corncob Man on the sidelines in Lincoln in the '50s, which is only slightly less disturbing than the waterboarding effect of that recurrent <em>Boiler Up</em> scoreboard horn:</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]28295[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="altgeld88, post: 1946740, member: 2886"] I'm going to focus on the positive: Early autumn in the Midwest on a cloudless weekend like the one we just enjoyed was a balm for our weary souls. On the way out from DC on Friday [USER=598591]@Retro62[/USER] and I visited the gym in Knightstown, Indiana that was home to the Hickory Huskers in the film [I]Hoosiers[/I]. It's a sight to behold and if you're ever anywhere nearby Indy you must check it out. We drove directly to The Beef House for a 7 p.m. Friday reservation and, really, nothing further needs to be said. Bacon-wrapped filet mignon and dinner rolls as big as your head enjoyed with an IPA: what a country we are blessed to call home. After dinner, the dying embers of a brilliant sunset at our backs, we drove back east across central Indiana on a two-lane highway directly into a rising harvest supermoon, slightly tinted Illni orange, in a crystalline clear dusk sky. Met a good friend of mine from work long ago in DC, who retired early and farms outside Lafayette, for breakfast on Saturday. His cousin rode up on his motorcycle from Indy to join us. Their grandfather and great-grandfather built large portions of Lafayette, and were prominent citizens there. My buddy John has deep roots in town even though he was born and raised in Boston. Very cool to hear his tales of working the land, what's going on locally, and his involvement in the community. Excellent conversation and brotherhood in the early morning sunlight over hot coffee and breakfast outside. Lafayette and West Lafayette are beautiful towns. It was homecoming weekend at Purdue. Everyone was friendly and welcoming to us, and having a good time. Ross-Ade was packed to capacity, and it was an excellent game day experience. The band was outstanding, our seats were ~ 25 rows up at the 40, and I got more sun during the first three quarters, before the sun dipped behind the press box, than I've probably accumulated during the past decade. I'll be looking into skin grafts for my face this coming week. After the game we picked up John at the home of one of his other cousins a couple blocks from the stadium, enjoyed prime rib at Mountain Jack's, and drove back down toward Indy to our Air BnB rental. Today while driving home I don't believe we saw a single cloud the entire day. It was a ridiculously gorgeous weekend in the lower Midwest. Our trip to Indiana and back covered 1440 miles and exactly 60 hours. I can say without reservation that 58:30 of those 60 hours were sheer bliss that I will cherish and remember for the rest of my life. We shall, however, never speak again of what transpired in the residual 90 minutes, as it was an utter abomination. I write this fully aware that it was only the dumb luck of the nearly uninterrupted beauty, tranquility, fellowship and gourmet comestibles that we enjoyed the entire weekend that kept us from seeking out a meth lab somewhere today (and, sadly, our route afforded much opportunity to uncover such facilities) to obliterate permanently the memory of what transpired from roughly the 12:00 mark of the third quarter until the final gun. Accordingly, I shall: (1) give thanks for the many blessings of the past three days; (2) re-watch [I]Hooisers[/I] at the earliest opportunity; (3) hope fervently that the [I]Boiler Up[/I] blaring synthetic train horn projected at ~120 dB from the Ross-Ade scoreboard on every Illini third down (and, oh, so many, many failed third downs there were) and Purdue score -- 20 times in all, my friends -- does not haunt my dreams during the coming months; and (4) go to sleep in a few minutes wondering just how eye-gouging hapless Nebraska must be at this point to have opened 3.5 point underdogs to the Illini this coming Friday. While (1) and (2) are easy, and I must leave (3) in the hands of my maker, I have no tools with which to comprehend (4). Life comprises mystery and all truth comprises paradox. That's all I got. Well, that, and this image of Corncob Man on the sidelines in Lincoln in the '50s, which is only slightly less disturbing than the waterboarding effect of that recurrent [I]Boiler Up[/I] scoreboard horn: [ATTACH type="full" width="300px"]28295[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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