We journeyed up to Indianapolis for a Saturday trip. And we saw dinosaurs!
I don’t understand how everyone can be so casual about this. There are giant lizards destroying buildings and no one is under any sort of panic or is demonstrating the slightest bit of concern:
That’s at the Children’s Museum of Indianapolis, which is the largest in the world. They say there are 472,900 square feet on five floors and holds more than 120,000 artifacts. They get more than a million guests a year. But we didn’t go there today.
The Yankee has some family friends in Indy. Since my mother-in-law is in town we drove up for a visit, a catch-up, lunch and a little tour.
I also took a picture of the biggest sky walk I’ve ever seen, this is at the Arts Council of Indianapolis.
This was my first trip downtown. It feels like a small town, but busy. And it is just up the road, which is good, because I have to go see that museum.
The unpacking continues. I’ve got to figure out where to hang things. Like this:
Note the year, 1953. I’ve had that magazine — bought it in Kansas City I’d bet — for probably 20 years, because of a feature on the inside:
That’s my bachelor’s degree, after all, so naturally it is something I framed long ago. It should go on a wall somewhere. Somewhere that the dinosaurs can’t reach.
