For most of my life, I have lived within an hour or two of the IL-IN border.

My dad’s sister used to have a farm in Evansville, and starting at age three or so, I would go down there for a week or two every summer. I rode my first horse on their farm, and also ate my first bagged lettuce and drank my first well water.

Indiana has never been much of a destination for me.. its more of a place that I end up driving through at least once a year or so.

This picture was taken 29 Dec 2009 on our way to NYC.