Rocking in “The Cradle of Recorded Jazz”
Who ever would have imagined? Somehow you find yourself in, of all places, Indiana, in a town called Richmond, just over the Ohio line, about midway between Indianapolis and Louisville. You’re heading...
View ArticleLucky stars, coyote howls and fellow travelers
1. My fellow traveler calls me from Indiana to report on her visit there. She tells me she discovered — looked in the window but didn’t have the courage to actually go in — a 7-Eleven with an attached...
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