Amanda Heckert

I don’t want to give up football—and I’m guessing the players don’t want to, either. But they need to be protected. That’s something that we, the fans, can get behind.

Will the value the IMA’s curators provide—challenging our thinking with shows like Ai Weiwei’s, telling us what art we should be clamoring for—continue as the museum is democratized?

Sure, my drained perfumes are taking up room, collecting dust. But one day I might need my own tether to who I am—and who I was. And there the bottles will sit, my former lives ready to be uncapped and released.

Instead, Dad and I wailed together in the car to “I Want to Hold Your Hand” and harmonized on our old plaid couch to “Two of Us,” the first (and one of the last) songs I learned to play on the guitar.

Don’t try to make new friends. Even so, the people-watching is first class. Just don’t gawk.

I was inspired to schedule date night at Indy’s last-standing drive-in after reading Amy Wimmer Schwarb’s piece on the subject, “Moving Pictures.” Accompanied by photos of outdoor theaters around the state by our own Tony Valainis, the essay explores the importance of these vanishing pieces of Americana—and how the cinemas are fighting to modernize in a world of Netflix and iPads.

On Monday, May 20, the magazine took home a City and Regional Magazine Association award in the category of Leisure/Lifestyle Interest for our October 2012 “Fall Drives: Lost and Found” feature.