There are a lot of things I don’t really miss about living in the Indianapolis area. I don’t miss driving 5 mph over the speed limit on I-465 and still getting passed like I’m on a bicycle. I don’t miss driving 45 minutes to get to church every Sunday.
I don’t miss the insecurity of a city trying to prove itself to the larger cities. The inferiority complex that grips the media and city officials is quite annoying. I quickly grew tired of hearing “Look at us, we’re a big city, too. Please like us, New York and Chicago. We want to be in your club because we’re a big city, too. Did we mention we’re a big city?”
Although I’m still a Colts fan, I don’t miss the politics of the new Colts stadium, although I hear the new one will be impressive. And I don’t miss hearing the constant worry about selling out the Hoosier Dome. I’m pretty content not hearing the talking heads speculate how long before the Colts break their lease and run off to the greener pastures of L.A.
I’m glad I can follow IU without hearing every other hour how Mike Davis’s job is in jeopardy. And I’m glad I don’t have to hear how Greg Oden is still going to go pro, nixing his commitment to Ohio State.
I don’t miss working at Pizza Hut till close and getting up to substitute teach the next day. That got real old, real quick.
There’s one thing I miss about the city of Indianapolis. Family is a given, so they don’t count.
I really miss Mandatory Metallica every weeknight at 10 on X103. I would listen to it every night I while I was out delivering pizzas. There just ain’t much that can hold a candle to cranking up Metallica on your car radio on the empty streets of the bedroom communities of Indianapolis. There’s a station here that plays 20 minutes of Led Zeppelin every night, but it’s just not the same.