Stewart uses roots to stay grounded
I left the Indianapolis airport and sped south on 465, and five minutes later felt as if I'd fallen headfirst into a John Cougar Mellencamp video. Only a few miles from Indy, silos and barns and hayfields and tractors (and little else) dotted the landscape.
It was hazy and muggy, a bit past noon, and the farmer's grind was right there in True Life Definition. Everywhere.
Columbus, Ind., is, well, sleepy. The downtown district is quite nice, quaint, with a love/hate appeal ...
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