In Your Face

Hello from Indianapolis. It is a city in our region, four hours drive away, which is modest by Midwestern standards. It's someplace I have driven through many times going back east but not a place I really know. Downtown, where my conference is, is less derelict than central St. Louis, but has little interesting architecture, less spunk, no Arch and no Mississippi River. It's nice and plain.

So this is another image from Train Day at Union Station. I don't understand juggling, being the least coordinated person I know. Their art is magical to me.                 

Do Not Text While Standing On Railroad Tracks

Our old railway terminal, Union Station, is one of the grandest buildings in the US, IMHO. It's been on the blog a number of times. They had an event last Saturday they called Train Day, marking the centennial of the driving of the Golden Spike, joining railroad lines from the east and west coasts. A transcontinental network was created.

Among other things, they had lots of train cars and locomotives you could climb through. The Missouri Highway Patrol was there, promoting safety at street-railroad crossings. The banner in the top photo is a bit over the top. Anyone who meets her end while standing on railroad tracks, back to the direction of travel, oblivious to the roar of an oncoming engine while texting should be nominated for the Darwin Awards.

I have to drive to Indianapolis on this cold, wet morning  There is a professional conference in my legal specialty through the rest of the week. Might cut into my posting and comment time.