Southern Indiana Guy Free

'54: born in the pastoral hills of southern Indiana, near the town of Hitchcock, within earshot of the historic Monon Railroad. '71: working night shift at a gas station/hot-rod shop at the nearby town of Campbellsburg, I bought a '65 289 Mustang and "souped 'er up". '73: a teenage hell-raiser, I almost wrecked her while drag racing a '68 396 Chevelle on ol' Highway 56 (SW of the town of Little York). But I still won. '74: dropped out of college after one semester (wasn't for me); joined the Army. '79: living on a leaky, creaky houseboat and starting as a bartender/bouncer, I bought a run-down canoe livery/greasy-spoon diner/tavern on the banks of the Wabash River. With no business sense and too much beer, I ran it right into the ground. Now retired and barely living only off of Social Security in the town of Furnessville in NW Indiana, in earshot the historic South Shore Line. A whole lot of jobs, many regrets, but even more stories.

Recent Comments

  1. about 20 hours ago on Peanuts Begins

    I’ve read that filmmakers often use mashed potatoes in the place of ice cream in scenes where they don’t want real ice cream to melt.

  2. 1 day ago on Monty

    I think you’re right, since Jews refer to him as the “first Jew”.

  3. 1 day ago on FoxTrot

    Is this how Tony Soprano feels everytime he whacks somebody? Hmmm…

  4. 1 day ago on Monty

    From what I understand, Judaism started with Moses.

  5. 2 days ago on Pluggers

    One of my uncles had a country squire station wagon… I remember the fake wood paneling on the side…

  6. 2 days ago on Pluggers

    What I didn’t like about the ‘63 Corvair was the vacuum powered windshield wipers, which stop working while trying to get up a steep hill. You have to let up on the gas pedal to get the wipers working again, which doesn’t help getting up the hill.

  7. 3 days ago on Pluggers

    Then I remember taking the official Drivers Ed course back in 1970. The local Ford dealership loaned new cars to the school for the course. So we had a new Ford LTD, at that time advertised as “interior quieter than a Rolls-Royce”. We went on the fairly new I-65. I was driving. The teacher fell asleep. When he woke up, he was shocked that we were going 90… I wasn’t aware I was driving that fast. Whoops. To this day, I chuckle to think about what other drivers thought, when they saw a car with a “Student Driver” sign flying past them.

  8. 3 days ago on Drabble

    You need to make an appointment to play golf?!? I’ve never had to do that when I play miniature golf.

  9. 3 days ago on Pluggers

    Not me, I learned on the back roads in a 1963 Corvair. Soon after getting my license, I remember the time I got that car up to 100 mph. That was before Ralph Nader wrote the book about that car, entitled “Unsafe at Any Speed”. So I wasn’t aware of the peril I was in. Whoops.

  10. 4 days ago on Pluggers

    I only do miniature golf. It’s fun!