Indiana Presents the N Word

At the Scholar's Inn, Bloomington, Indiana


Dinner n Drinks at Crazy Horse, Bloomington, Indiana




Pinch and his sweet ride, the bumblebee

Catching up on emails and blogging at the Scholar's Inn in Bloomington, Indiana. We drove from Eldon via Danville, Illinois, to meet up with Pinch who is in town for a metadata/digital information and archiving course. He's staying at a lovely b&b and it's cheek to jowl here, very cozy, like peas in a pod. What a trip! It's so great to see Pinchy here. We shall meet again in New York.



Last night, we took in some of the local fare and caught a late movie at the local cineplex. We saw Knocked Up. The guys behind the snack counter at the theater were yukking it up. It was like amateur night in Bloomington. One of them let me take his pic while he simulated the act of spritzing the pretzels.

On our way to Bloomington, we passed thru a town called Crawfordsville, Indiana where we checked out The Old Jail Museum. What makes this jail unique is that it is a rotary jail. The inmates enter thru one door into a triangular cheese shaped cell, the entire cell of cells (wheel of cheese) rotates and another empty cell appears. Capish? Lookit the pics, it might make sense.








Rotary Hand Crank




The Old Jailer




The Boiler Room


Mosquito Bite


The Boiler Room


Our tour guide Megan




Z Walking the Catwalk


Solitary Jail Toilet



Went across the street to Stoney's, a ramshackle house with darkened windows and a couple Miller High Life neon signs in them. The tour guide at the jail said it wasn't uncommon for guys to get drunk, leave Stoney's and get immediately arrested as soon as they hit the streets. Walking into the bar, I could see how times probably haven't changed that much: a handful of old guys sitting around smoking and drinking at noon. We got comfy at the bar with a few bottles of PBR ($3.50 for two!) and watched Springer and Maury on the tv. Old guy next to Z called one of the guests on Springer the N word and the bartender, a short fat curly haired woman w/ moustache called the regulars a bunch of white hos when they got rowdy with their empty beer cans.





I could've spent all day in there but we had to get back on the road. The old racist guy was friendly enough and managed to take our pic after 3 attempts at pressing the shutter. He finally got it and thankfully, according to him, he did manage to get my "right boob in".


Z Watching Springer

Gooooooo Colts!


The Stoney's Special of the Day