Amy Wimmer Schwarb

On staying inside the lines, remembering to dribble, and reviving a family legacy. How my 3-year-old learned to be a Hoosier.

Untold chapters of local art history come to light through a series of enchanting design publications.

When T.C. Steele, granddaddy of the original artists’ community of Brown County, first took his new wife there, he warned her not to put

JR Hildebrand spotted the starter’s white flag. “Bring it home, baby, bring it home,” chirped the rookie’s support staff over the radio from their perch in the pits. Four left turns away from winning the 2011 Indianapolis 500, Hildebrand buried the rush of excitement. No one, he told himself, cares who leads lap No. 199 at Indy. In the ether, though, the announcer’s voice on the Indianapolis Motor Speedway Radio Network was already rising. Here he goes, the final lap! Across the line, JR Hildebrand will see the white flag.

Editor’s Note: Indiana Pacers hero Reggie Miller was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame on April 2. Here, his cover story from IM‘s April 2005 issue. (See the companion Q&A piece here.)   He got to start a game in high school only after another boy showed up with the wrong uniform. He got […]

Even now, on off-duty drives through downtown, some of them will seek another route, any other route, to avoid the shadow of the nine-story building at Meridian and Vermont streets. For most of the city, the Indianapolis Athletic Club is an elegant landmark from an earlier time, an old-boy haven where Democratic Party elites once hosted parties and presidents. But for firefighters who crouched in its halls 20 years ago, it is still an imposing reminder of one of the Indianapolis Fire Department’s darkest nights.

This month, Republican Mayor Greg Ballard and his Democratic opponent, Melina Kennedy, will spell out their positions on every major issue facing the city. Loosening up never hurts anyone, so we posed a few personal questions instead. Surprisingly, they found some common ground.

The only details left uncovered are the homeowners’ identities and the whereabouts of the house itself. The mystery location of the house did little to stem the tide of attention for it.

The restaurant has tweaked the menu at all nine of its locations nationwide. Even the mashed potatoes (now silky Yukon Golds flavored with truffle oil) and the lobster bisque (assembled tableside for added drama) showed the alterations. The different cuts of steak, formerly just herbed and buttered, now get individual treatments, from a filet served with mushrooms and brandy-mustard sauce to the sirloin, grilled and applewood-smoked, with a mustard garlic aioli. A small note on the menu states that the steaks can instead be ordered with just a rub of rosemary, thyme, oregano, basil, and garlic—a simple preparation that remains the best choice.