The last time I visited Indianapolis — on a business trip more than 25 years ago — I experienced an earthquake.
At the time, though, it seemed like something had exploded in the basement of the Airport Hilton, where I was staying.
Only the next day did news accounts make clear that there in fact had been a 4.2 earthquake some 80 miles to the west in Illinois, which — due to Midwestern bedrock — made itself known in Indianapolis as a mysterious, explosion-like sound.
So, I suppose it should come as no shock that — visiting Indianapolis this weekend for a wedding — the city has been inundated by Hurricane Isaac (or at least the still-formidable remnants of it).
All this while Minneapolis is basking in a glorious, bone-dry Labor Day Weekend (mid-80’s and sunny, my family reports).
Go figure . . .