Found in Fishers

Hey, Bud man, here!

From the World Champion White Sox to the 11-0 Colts. Do we know how to pick the places to live, or what? And we were there tonight for Monday Night Football and the beating the Colts handed the Steelers. Just one problem; we didn't see a lick of the game.

That's right gang. We were in the Dome but behind the scenes...sequestered away in Stand 303...serving up ice cold Bud, steaming hot brats, and mountains of popcorn. Hey, it takes big bucks to build a new home here.

Actually, Boss Lady and I volunteer along with two dozen other HSE band boosters working 2 concession stands at home games. We get nearly 10% of the gross from our stands, or about 3 grand a game, divided evenly among all volunteers and credited to our kids' band accounts. No trip to the beach since we have to be at the Dome 4 hours before kickoff and are there well after fans leave cleaning up. It's great fun, though!

The coppers were especially busy tonight, with a large Pittsburgh contingent on hand and beer flowing freely...at $6.50 a cup. Those years of doing 12-ounce curls really come in handy having to draw beer for thirsty gridion fans. And mom was worried that my youth was wasted. Ha!

Dome, not so sweet home

Call me Willard. Like so many rats jumping a sinking ship, I joined the Hamilton Southeastern fans who packed Indy's Dome for the Class 5A state football championship tonight, but scurried to the nearest exit minutes into the fourth quarter. HSE's gridiron troops deserve a standing ovation for charging through the post season with 5 straight wins. But the Warren Central powerhouse dominated. Final score: 55-20.

Boss Lady endured a painful long-distance update with each score and turnover. She's up north helping paint the Rents' living room. Exciting, ain't it?

Kudos and a big Band-Dad shout out to Hamilton's Royal Command & Guard. Numero Uno son got to trot his mellophone onto the Dome's astroturf for a great half-time performance. Their reprise of "Celebration of Life" kept HSE fans in the stands during halftime and gave them something to cheer about. OK...so I'm partial. Besides, the lines at the concession stands were way too long.

Holey Cow

Well we rubbed our lucky rabbit's foot, stayed away from black cats and from opening umbrellas in our house, oops I mean apartment and wha-la! The hole is dug. HOLEY COW! I visited the ole' homesite before leaving for the weekend end and much to my amazement, there was a hole in the ground. Maybe things will really start moving now. Can't wait to continue to watch the progress.

And Now.....A Word From Our Sponsors

Well by now most of you have heard that we are down to the final week before the start of the house becomes a reality...or least that is what they tell us. So as I was pondering how to entertain you further and tell you a little more about Fishers in hopes that you would plan a visit soon, why not check out the ice cream establishments.

Not being the biggest ice cream eater in Hamilton County, I do know that most of my friends find the chilly delight a must. So without further delay, you too can check out the choices in town. So check out I Scream. Enjoy! Photos by Mark.

There is a God

Does God exist? Save your deep theological questions for we have the answer. You bet your bippy there's a God. And how, you ask, do we know this when much greater minds have pondered this same eternal question? It's easy. Our man Al called today...the permits are in and the foundation should be next week.

Happiest among the clan is our darling daughter who wants so desperately to be free of our 2-bedroom temp housing that she's almost willing to give up her car. Almost. Not ready...maybe occasionally toying with the notion...dreaming of what it would be like to not share a room...but definetly not ready.

Time to dig the shovel out from storage and consider an informal groundbreaking. And you're all invited!

They shoot horses, don't they?

My faithful steed, Durango, is gone. Dead before its time. Should've put a bullet in its head before the effects of age and time and those harsh Region winters put Durango in their deadly grip. But the bond between us runs deep...as deep as the creases and scatches in Durango's finish.

It wasn't pretty. Lifting his probe from Durango, Doc Baltrus shook his head and muttered something about it not looking good. My head was swimming. "Terminal?" I asked, nudging forward, my hand resting lightly on Durango's fading finish.

Straddling Durango's mount for a final time I said my goodbyes. Ever the sentimentalist, I took one last glance over my shoulder as I walked away. We've shared five years, 125K miles, untold 24 oz Speedway coffees and 44 oz sodas, and more sunflower seeds than a flock of Blue-Fronted Amazon Parrots can devour in a collective lifetime. A moment of silence, please...for Durango...

But thanks to Doc Baltrus (brother of Boss Lady), who's employed by a stable in Melrose Park, Durango's been replaced with Montego...a yearling with a shiny red coat and the brightest, whitest eyes I've ever seen. Montego's supple, leathery seat is a pleasure to climb into and best of all...Montego doesn't drink a lot...getting a wallet-saving 26 mpgs compared to ole' Durango's 14! What will I do with all that extra cash?

Boss lady even approves the transaction: "That damn Durango's been a money pit from the beginning. Dump it!" She didn't have to tell me twice. Come to think of it, the only time I bet Durango to win, place, or show was riding into the repair stable. Now I ride in style to Fishers...and fit in a whole lot better with Montego than Boss Lady does with Camry at the HSE administration center.

Fishers own landfill

Pondering landfills made me think about Fishers very own landfill. It was created on August 1st and Fishers has never been the same since. It comes from the back bedroom of our very own apartment. The place where two teenagers live in transition. So when you look at that picture, ask yourself, how can you sleep around such a mess? Isn't it bad enough that one only wants to sleep on a mattress? I guess that is cool, but the mounds of clothing, YIKES!

Heard from the builder yesterday. Good news. We are going to have our pre-construction meeting in approximately two weeks. Hope there is plenty of closet space in the plans. Seems that the permits for the subdivision are starting to roll in. Hurrah! Check out apartment life for us.

East of Eden...er...make that Carmel

You learned at a young age that you didn't live in northwest Indiana...and you never said "close to Gary." We lived in the Chicago area. Seemed fine until folks wanted to pin you down. Dyer. "What's that close to?"

Schererville...

Merrillville...

Hammond...

...in the Chicago area, just on the border. "Oh!" the inquiring party would exclaim, "Why didn't you say Chicago in the first place?!"

Fishers is no different. Few of our fellow Regionites know where Fishers is. But instead of "close to Indy," the standard reply that seems to do the trick is "just east of Carmel." To which eyes light up and heads turn. "Oh...Carmel." I feel like Jed Clampett moving to Beverly Hills. No more red sunsets over the steel mills, though we're already homesick for a drive past the lovely landfill that rises high above the beautiful homes of Munster... northwest Indiana's Carmel on the Trash.

Welcome to our blog!

Well, I thought I would take off on a technology adventure and share with my friends our transition from Dyer to Fishers. In this blog I hope to share with you some information about my move, my new job, and the building of our new home. I will be featuring pictures too! The only catch is that we do not have a permit yet, or should I say the builder does not have a permit for that part of the subdivision, so now we are playing a waiting game! Until then, I will feature some sites of Fishers in hopes of getting you to come and visit me soon. Feel free to make some comments! I look forward to hearing from you all.

We're not holey...yet

So the boss-lady says, "I want a blog so people can see the progress on the house." This should be easy; there is no progress. Zippo. Nil. Nada. Some real nice looking and expensive dirt. Seems that the good people in Fishers are so overwhelmed with new permit requests that they can't keep up. So it's sit and wait...not even a hole in the ground to show for our dinero.

So boss-lady, here's your blog. Have fun. And we hope all of our loyal fans will check back often for news, views, photos, and more merriment from the adventure that is our relocation to Fishers, IN.