Emily and I spent an afternoon walking around Indianapolis last week.  I gotta tell ‘ya — we had a grand ol’ time.

Indianapolis is between Detroit and Chicago —

  • In size
  • In mass transit
  • In geography
  • In having places to walk before concern for personal safety grows

How great is it, though that they turned the old union station into a hotel? Pretty great. And how cool is it that they have a 4 story mall downtown with up to 17 Starbucks (on every floor)? Very cool. They even turned an old bank into a Border’s books. Mmm… finance books for sale in a former financial institution. Delightful.
It was the first time we’ve been in downtown “Indy”. That’s what they call it there, though you could never call Detroit “Detty” or Jackson “Jackie”. D-town and Jack-tucky are more common. Indy-tucky or “I-town” doesn’t work for me, either. Just as I live in Spring Arbor, frequently mistaken as Spring Harbor. Like we do shipping here, or that Lime Lake has a harbor.
I love sweet downtowns. Just as the song says:

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city,
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there…
You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go
Downtown — things will be great when you’re
Downtown — you’ll find a place for sure
Downtown — everything’s waiting for you


Let’s pray…

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I'm a husband, dad, and pastor living in Portage, Michigan. I suppose I'm a euphoric melancholy generalist with average skills, experiences, and passions across several intertwined disciplines and hobbies including music, speaking, writing, leadership, ministry, and collecting cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at, subscribe to my podcast (RadCast) or friend me on
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