Couldn’t have picked a nicer day: Just slightly cool in the shade, but, considering the kind of weather Indiana can have in early May,^[1] I’ll take it.

Arrived at the Broad Ripple Brewpub shortly past 3, and after spotting the group with two tall blondes (and after rearrangement of the tables), I got to sit next to Frank W. James.  Frank has a new blog (started on April 2^nd) that, in contrast to his conspicuous gun-writing creds, is turning into a fascinating narrative about what it’s like to be a farmer on the prairies of northern Indiana.  Bi-costal wussies who think that corn comes in a can and that “farmer”==“ADM” will find much to learn.  Two recent lessons: (1) All that fancy equipment doesn’t maintain itself, and (2) as a farmer you’re always rolling the dice with the weather.  There’s a book here, or I miss my guess.

Across the table was Caleb, proprietor of Call me Ahab, who noted an increase in his traffic since he started posting about 7th District politics.  Also in my corner, two readers newly arrived from Seattle.  We had a little discussion about Indiana’s tornado season (Newcomers tend to panic if storms are reported anywhere within 100 miles.  Longtime Hoosier: “Tornado in Greenwood? Tell me if it gets north of 38^th Street.”^[2][3]) and more talk about arts in Indy.

To my left was the charming Roberta X. (Now when she writes about “the skunk works,” I’ll know which skunk works. (Bwah-ha-ha-ha!))

At the far end of the table, Tamara K., Og (and Mrs. Og), and Mark Alger.

Altogether, an excellent collection of interesting, right-thinking people.  Which left me absolutely convinced that “if we were in charge, the world would be a better place.”  Or at least more interesting.

Now I get to add a set of “Bloggers I’ve Met” links to my sidebar. Nifty!


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