I (heart) Indianapolis

...and it's not just because, as I write this I am, as they say, D-R-U-N-K (although it may admittedly play a part).

No.  It's because as I came in from the heavens in my winged chariot I was listening to more David Bowie (Low this time), and it was at that moment the soundtrack to my life, just as The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust was last night as I packed and prepared my goodbyes to my son, who doesn't quite understand why Daddy has to go away on an airplane sometimes...

...It's because the picture above is the view from my hotel room...

...and that hotel is only a running jump away from the office, and better yet, a short walk to Downtown Comics, which not only boasts a stellar selection of single issues, but also a decent size selection of trade paperbacks, a warm and courteous staff, sweet t-shirts, and sold me on the first trade of DMZ, as well as the gorgeous hardcover of Greg Rucka's Stumptown...

...and that dinner was at the Rathskeller, a fantastic German restaurant located in the Athenaeum Building downtown, which was built by Kurt Vonnegut's grandfather, and boasts a beautiful bust of one of my all-time favorite authors in the room where I feasted on Ox-Tail soup and a sauerbraten that managed to bring back all the memories of eating at my grand parent's house without overshadowing the feelings that accompanied each taste...

...and after dinner we adjourned to  a bar where I had a genuine conversation about the sublime beauty of The Allman Brothers Brothers and Sisters album, the insane legacy of Stax Records and how no artist has been able to tap into that sound quite like Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, and the perfection of John Coltrane as the introduction of music to a newborn.

Indianapolis, you are truly a wonder, and I can't wait to come back to discover more.