The watering ban starts today in drought-stricken Indianapolis. The couple of neighbors who have been dragging out the sprinkler daily are going to have to watch their grass turn brown in order to keep the pumps in Eagle Creek Reservoir from sucking air. The local Catholic high school cheerleading squad had to ixnay their fund-raising car wash, too. (I was going to try to work a pun involving the word "habit" in there, but nun came to mind.)
The dropping water levels in all the creeks and lakes are causing problems for boaters, and no doubt offering new slalom challenges for water skiers.
On the other hand, if the IFD had waited another day or two, they wouldn't have needed a dive team to pull the unidentified stiff out of Little Eagle Creek; they could have just walked out and got him.
Bearing in mind that Indiana has been settled longer than the hairy-chested west, and our state seal shows a guy chopping down all the trees and scaring the buffalo away, we don't get great big raging fires in droughts like they do in, say, Colorado, where giant mountainsides blaze for days, but we did have a tidy, unassuming little lawn fire up in Amish country. I hope they saved the potato salad.