If you’re facing that Hoagy feller’s grave just as if you were taking the pictures, the rear wall of the doughnut shop is maybe thirty yards away on your left and back a little. or at least it was a couple years ago.

meanwhile, Bill Monroe’s grave right under Jerusalem Ridge in Rosine, Ky. usually has several quarters on it… he was known for giving them to children.

I about spit my coffee out when I read that one. Too funny.

See - once again NN.c broadens my horizons (easy enough, presumeably, given how benighted I must be!)

(Edit - style note: if madam Telling Tales keeps referring to us, her humble readers, as “friends”, I’m going to think she’s converting to Quakerism! Lately, the closing lines use this term, and this Goegleine deconstruction has it in the opener AND the closer)

Oh, and re Tim: I assume that wherever the wingnut welfare train leaves him after January 2009, it will be somewhere in the D.C. area. And he’ll continue to write columns about how much he loves Indiana, and how he longs to live there again, and blah blah blah. And the seven or eight old ladies who still read my alma mater will sigh and say, “What a nice boy.”

For that matter - why do people throw coins into water? The fountain at the mall, the pond at Friemann Square, the monkey island at the zoo; they all draw loose change - for no real reason. (presumeably the money at monkey island supports the zoo; but what about the mall?)

On the other hand, Orville kept a house in Valparaiso, and i can testify he spent time in it all his life because i sold him popcorn there as a Boy Scout — he thought it was a kick to buy his stuff back from us, and was as nice as you’d suspect from his TV persona to a runny-nosed kid with an armload of 5 lb. bags of corn.

No bow tie, though.

Tim didn’t disappoint, because he provided yet more examples of mixing the senses: “You can see it in his music.” I would hear it, but that’s just me and I fled (was dragged) from a big midwestern city to a small southern one.

Didn’t Tim leave Indiana? Is he now the prodigal son (not to give him any stupid column ideas)?

His columns always leave me with the thought that the world would be a much better place if it were populated — or at least, run — entirely by people whose nativity was pure Indiana.