Bill Hudnut

Out of the gate.

Even before its grand opening, the inner loop—31 miles of interstate within I-465, built at a cost of nearly $300 million—had begun paying downtown dividends.

The beloved former mayor’s opinions are as sharp as ever. Here, he reflects on his time at the helm of Indianapolis and takes Indiana’s Republican Party to task.

The bell tolls for the Church of the Holy Cross, a near-eastside landmark closing its doors that was beloved by members and neighbors alike.

Pauline Moffat remembers thinking: “Here’s a man with vision. He’s starting at a grassroots level with soccer, just as the Fringe did with performance.”

An oral history of the funniest guy ever to call Indy home.

When Prohibition ended, the boozy, bawdy days of the Indianapolis Press Club began. Patrons favored a martini “so potent that on the third sip” their tongues would be “paralyzed,” according to one account.

Talk about a Hail Mary. In 1982, city leaders built an NFL stadium without a team.

The arrival of the Colts has brought to an end the all-too-familiar question, “Where’s the beef?” In its place is the all-important question, “Where are the tickets?”

For all that downtown’s Central Canal is—mainly, a lovely spot for fresh air—it may forever be known for what it is not.