Opinion

I have taken my fair share of shots at the “IN Indiana” slogan and the recently unveiled but underwhelming road signs that encourage visitors to discover Indiana.

MONTREAL, Canada—The couple at the table next to mine converses, naturally, in French, the official language of Quebec.

I watched a show the other night on ABC called “Prisoners of the Snow,” a true saga of a rugby team stranded in the Andes in sub-zero weather when their plane crashed into the side of a mountain in 1972. Also in the news, the miraculous 40-day survival of four young children stranded in the Amazon jungle.

An exasperated sigh came from the living room, followed by, “I’m bored!”

I watch one or the other Indianapolis television station nearly every morning just to see the most up-to-the-minute weather report.

Just as the sky was brightening one morning last week, I was awakened by a songbird outside the window. The song was captivating, and I continued to listen, expecting to hear another bird respond. But there was no response, and the songbird continued to give a solo performance.

At the end of May I filed my bi-annual report of lobbying expenditures, as did my employer Common Cause Indiana, per the requirements of Indiana’s lobbying disclosure laws. It’s not a burdensome requirement for us, because our only reportable expenses are my salary and parking while at the Statehouse.

Even though real estate activity across much of Indiana slowed this spring after a surprisingly strong start to 2023, our housing market seems to be heating up again for Hoosiers looking to buy or sell a home this summer.

At Johnson County Public Library, we strive to reach everyone in Johnson County, especially the underserved. This mission has become of utmost importance to me while coordinating and facilitating book discussions at the Johnson County Juvenile Detention Center.

I’m at granddaughter Lorelei’s baseball game; her third game on this sunny Sunday. The game is going long, so I head for the restrooms. This particular sports complex includes an indoor sports facility with actual restrooms and not just a couple of porta potties. As I approach the entry door of the building I quickly check out the food truck nearby. Maybe I’ll get something to take back for Becky and me.