Indiana is about as mysto as it gets.
For starters they have laundry rooms in their gas stations...
Social life revolves around a single strip mall which houses convenience stores, restaurants, and oh yes, the bars.
They have very clever names for their eating and drinking establishments.
A local favorite is the peanut-buttered hamburger which I ordered at Sandra's unfortunate suggestion. (Note: Peanut butter and meat DO NOT go together.)
There is no shortage of unattractive people.
They hold Halloween in the middle of April. During the day. And call it "Breakfast Club."
Drunken beings litter the sidewalks.
And late at night, everyone converges on the social epicenter of all Mid-Western life...Wal-Mart.
A fun excursion.
But it's good to be home.
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