Surprise at the Indianapolis Museum of Art: A Paved Paradise
The last time I visited Indianapolis was the other 70s . My one - workweek hitch did n’t start out so hot . Perhaps it had something to do with the paranoia of being a longhaired hippy musician in Middle America , coupled with my first ( and only ) tequila hangover . Did I mention it was Easter Sunday ? This year was different . I was back in Indy for the annual Garden Writers Association ( GWA ) symposium , and by from my soulful karaoke rendition of Joe Cocker’sYou Can Leave Your Hat On , there were no reportable shenanigans ....