Opinion & Columns

“You could consider being on different NBA teams similar to being in a tribe on Survivor, where you don’t necessarily like everyone. In the NBA, you can’t choose who you share a locker room with.”

My first stop was the Hotel Jones, cleverly named for its owner, Mrs. Jones.

Here’s the deal. Two Hoosier inventions have hit the big time, and my concepts are better.

“I think, fundamentally, drivers are wired wrong. At some point every driver will experience something that would give a normal person pause.”

“There was never a war he didn’t support, though never quite enough to go himself.”

“I’m hoping when my wife sees E.B. White’s writing cabin, she’ll realize how important the proper environment is to authors and do her part to help the cause of literature.”

I bucked up and responded “yes” to an invitation for my 50th high-school reunion, figuring it would likely be my last.

“The main problem with this [legislation],” says Mangan, “is that it’s creating legal tension between legitimate constitutional and human rights versus behavior-based groups that want to achieve a special status in the law.”

The next best thing to reading a hand-written letter sent to you is reading a handwritten letter sent to someone else.

If the IHSAA wants to do right by the kids, the schools and the fans, canceling the season is the easy, and wrong, way out.

“The LGBT worldview and the Judeo-Christian worldview are opposites. When you try to reconcile sexual license with religious liberty, those two things don’t go together.”

“It’s odd—I’m someone who is not very gregarious, doesn’t crave attention, doesn’t talk much and am not that good at it. And yet for the longest single period in my life of doing one thing, that’s exactly what’s been required of me. That’s why I’m often told I seem cranky on-camera.”

As you hold the redesigned Indianapolis Monthly in your hands this month, you can clearly see change is afoot—and I couldn’t be more thrilled.

The following days were hell. I fell flat-out in our foyer attempting to answer the door, at which point my elbows were bruised as well.

“Sometimes they don’t even tell me they’re moving. I walk over there one day to see them, the house is empty, and I never hear from them again.”