Finally heading home. But taking my time. If I continue straight through to Chicago I'll be in rush hour traffic for the last fifty miles. No thank you.
Got some great photos of a Jimmy John's sandwich I ate in Lafayette, IN. [See the previous entry.] Here's one of the neon signs in the window. One of the others says, "Serious Delivery."
Life in out of town focus groups is a little like being a mole rat. I haven't seen the daylight since Monday. Yes, today is Thursday. I am not kidding. We get to the facility before dawn. And leave around midnight. There are no windows in any of the rooms. We subsist on M & M's and bottled water, in between every known bread carbo on the planet. My hotel room had a wonderful balcony overlooking a charming view of a duck pond. A lot of good it did me in the dark.
Driving from Chicago I found a great country and western station -- 105.3. In fact, there are quite a few C&W spots on the dial. Four others were only playing pop versions of holiday tunes. I swear I heard Queen Latifah singing Rudolph. There was one rap and one classical station. I finally switched to my CD's.
The gas is sixty to seventy cents less down here. 25% less than Chicago. And everyone is wearing Pacer and Colts logos. Except for I-465 which circles the city and won't let you off unless you promise to relinquish an unborn child, Indianapolis seems like an okay place.