This weekend I was in the once lovely state of Indiana, visiting friends of Shannons–whose company I truly enjoy–and I realized how much I do not know about the state. I mean, I know that it was a hot bed of Klan activity for most of the 20th century. I also know that Michael Jackson is from there. It’s the cross roads of America, or so the license plates say, and it is where the Tricycle of Awesome has to pay attention to the speed limit (as that’s where I received my last ticket).
What else is there to know about Indiana? A better question: Why should I care?