I started several posts about the rest of my trip, but I could not find the real truth of the story I wanted to tell – only boring details. I think I’ve got it now…
You can take the girl out of Indiana, but you can’t take Indiana out of the girl.
Here is what I learned:
I love calling the evening meal “supper.”
I love letting my Hoosier twang hang out there like an uncontrolled beer gut.
Indiana cornfields are beautiful, especially when you’re riding through them on the back of a Harley at sundown, on a deserted back road in a tiny, forgotten town.
Hoosiers don’t know a stranger.
Not all of my childhood was horrible.
Vulnerability creates opportunity.
There is more to life than shopping at Nordstrom.
The firemen who aided NYC on 9/11 were real people, not story-book heroes.
Lakes can be even more fun than beaches.
I really didn’t miss much when I wasn’t invited to “make-out” in the hidden underground fort in the field.
Even a fucked-up family is still family.
Beauty and organization dwell in simplicity.
Real heroes are humble.
To feel alone is the saddest thing of all.
To forgive is divine, indeed.