Only about two hours late getting into Indianapolis last night, a fate shared by hundreds, if not thousands, of my fellow travelers judging by the number of people packing the terminal and crowding around the baggage claim carousels.
I didn't get home until about 1 a.m. so I didn't see all of the snow on the ground that the area had received the night before but it was quite a sight to wake up to this morning.
The area only received a light dusting so it's not like there's snowdrifts lining the streets or anything but it sure is a pretty sight to wake up to.
All that shimmering snow. A real winter wonderland. Gk, now I feel like Danny Kaye from "White Christmas."
Today's song, in honor of the beautiful snow and cold that I awoke to this morning is Bob Dylan's version of "Winter Wonderland."





Patrick Donohue is the proudest Indiana native you're likely to find. Seriously. No one is prouder to be from a state that so many people know relatively so little about than he is. Patrick is a native of Terre Haute and a graduate of the Ernie Pyle School of Journalism at Indiana University. Knowing this, you might think he’d be a huge John "Cougar" Mellencamp fan, a man considered by some to be the Hoosier State's poet laureate. But you'd be wrong. In a major way. |