"O" Street

Back in Indianapolis I used to debate and fret over every public art piece procured by the city. Public art reflects the soul of a place, and I often felt that my sense of myself was in disconnect with the art chosen to fill the public spaces.


What sayeth the Cornhusker soul? Joy, rendered in bronze.

Smile! Dance! Put a bucket on your head!

Everyone we met in Nebraska's capital city was outgoing, friendly and helpful, almost absurdly so. The air clean. The downtown streets wide and lined with trees. Don't forget Meghan, a stranger at the bar at Tico's, who tapped my shoulder, nodded to Audrey and said, "You know she's beautiful." I said, "I know. Thank you for reminding me."

Safe, relaxed. Audrey and I had a few drinks, even took a walk down "O" street...