Back Home Again In Indiana

Some of you undoubtedly recall the title of this blog as words from an old song by Hoagie Carmichael (I think he wrote it). So even though it is true and I am home again, the words were stolen. Will I go away to the “big house” for plagiarism?

This is my condo in Indianapolis. Even though I have owned it since it was new in 2000, my mother had been the only resident. With her death in June, I now have a place in Indiana. With the housing market as it is, it is unrealistic to put it up for sale. So, Sharon and I have been remodeling with the intent of spending a little time here, in the spring and the fall.

The condo sits amoungst the Villas of Bridgefield Lakes. There are no bridges and no fields (although I think I do remember corn fields once covered this area). However, I believe it may have been named because of the retention ponds within its boundaries. I guess with a little poetic license, even artificial lakes count when you are trying to come up with an appealing name for potential buyers.

This is Harry the blue heron, he is a regular resident and fishes the ponds. He seems to do alright, so I was thinking that next Spring I'll bring my fishing gear back with me and help him out.


As I write we have been at remodeling for 23 days. But we have taken a couple of days off. We took a hike in Eagle Creek Park, which is one of the largest municipal parks in the US with 3,900 acres of land area and 1,900 acres of lakes.

Our hike ended at the edge of Eagle Creek Reservoir, where we got a great view of some of the fall colors along the lake’s shore line.







The reservoir and the park are both about 3 minutes from the condo. The reservoir is a popular sailing spot. This shot is at Rick’s Boatyard Café and Marina looking northwesterly. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me when I was there on a sunny day with a dozen or more sail boats out and about. You all get the dingy day with boats and people all in hiding.

I also played golf at nearby Saddle Brook, a nice course laid out through a couple of housing additions. I played really badly and lost enough balls so that whoever finds them will be able to start a used golf ball store. By the way, I don't know these guys, I just took their pictures to see if I could rattle them and make them foul up their tee shots.

We also took off a day and went to a winery with friends, but I’ll leave that for a future blog.