I'm watching a Women's NCAA Tournament game on ESPN2 being played at Purdue, and I inevitably thought back to all the games I covered as a camera guy underneath the hoop on the right side of the TV screen. Not for the first time, I started getting very homesick for Purdue and looked at a whole bunch of pictures from the campus and the surrounding area online, which only made it worse.
I don't miss the state of Indiana; I miss my friends and the Purdue campus and my "places" there, like Chumley's (ESPECIALLY Chumley's -- seeing pictures of that online, I actually found several of people I knew, other regulars like me), Boiler Market, Scotty's, O'Bryan's (Nine Irish Brothers, an authentic Irish pub that the Irish owner constructed to resemble a famous pub in Ireland as closely as possible, even bringing that owner over to America to view the place before it opened. It had drinks I've never seen in America before that I loved while I was in England), Dave & Barry's (even though the bastards at the NCAA closed it), Potbelly, Jimmy John's, Panera, Hunter's Pub Down Under, Von's, the Union, and of course Mackey Arena (and to a lesser extent, Ross-Ade Stadium, because I covered only two games there as opposed to four years' worth of men's and women's basketball games in Mackey). Hell, I even miss some of the academic buildings in which I had many classes, such as Heavilon Hall, home of all my creative writing courses, and the Class of 1950 Lecture Hall.
Some day I'll set a book at Purdue; I even know which one. The story's already written in my head, and put down in the form of a not-so-good, dialogue-heavy screenplay. It needs some rewriting, but I've gotta' finish the one I'm working on first, which has slowed down. I still think I can finish this one before grad school starts, and maybe even before the agents and editors conference on June 20, but it's given me fits lately.
I need to get out; I've been cooped up in my apartment too much lately.
I think this is my favorite song of all time:
I don't miss the state of Indiana; I miss my friends and the Purdue campus and my "places" there, like Chumley's (ESPECIALLY Chumley's -- seeing pictures of that online, I actually found several of people I knew, other regulars like me), Boiler Market, Scotty's, O'Bryan's (Nine Irish Brothers, an authentic Irish pub that the Irish owner constructed to resemble a famous pub in Ireland as closely as possible, even bringing that owner over to America to view the place before it opened. It had drinks I've never seen in America before that I loved while I was in England), Dave & Barry's (even though the bastards at the NCAA closed it), Potbelly, Jimmy John's, Panera, Hunter's Pub Down Under, Von's, the Union, and of course Mackey Arena (and to a lesser extent, Ross-Ade Stadium, because I covered only two games there as opposed to four years' worth of men's and women's basketball games in Mackey). Hell, I even miss some of the academic buildings in which I had many classes, such as Heavilon Hall, home of all my creative writing courses, and the Class of 1950 Lecture Hall.
Some day I'll set a book at Purdue; I even know which one. The story's already written in my head, and put down in the form of a not-so-good, dialogue-heavy screenplay. It needs some rewriting, but I've gotta' finish the one I'm working on first, which has slowed down. I still think I can finish this one before grad school starts, and maybe even before the agents and editors conference on June 20, but it's given me fits lately.
I need to get out; I've been cooped up in my apartment too much lately.
I think this is my favorite song of all time:
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riven:
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