It could be the success of small market teams, or Lindsay Lohan, or Crest toothpaste, or jobs for IU graduates. So the phone pings and like the Pavlovian dog I’ve become,  I drool, grope for the phone, and see a message from Heavy Ed. “How ‘bout them Bengals.” I write back. “WTF you aren’t a…

Heavy Ed takes stock of Hoosier pols I noticed Heavy Ed sitting on a bench and apparently reading something on his phone as I rode my bike down the B-Line through Switchyard Park. I pulled up and stopped. “Nice park, huh?” I asked. “Yeah, it is,” Ed said, putting the phone down. “Everybody bitches about…

The guy shopping in the produce section annoys me. Long, stringy hair dangling from his balding pate. Rumpled clothes that haven’t taken a tumble in the washing machine for a discernable time. And he’s picking up and examining every kumquat in the produce bin and touching and holding every one, like a man obsessed with…