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Thursday, October 29, 2009
I'm about to enter deepest Indianapolis to meet Shootin' Buddy for breakfast. I'm studying the map looking for a place to park when it occurs to me that I'd like to meet the inventor of one-way streets in a dark alley with a tee ball bat.