I just want to start this article by apologizing to you, my dear, sweet Oklahoma. From your waving wheat and Red Dirt music, to your science-illiterate senators and closed liquors stores on Sundays, there are many things that define this beautiful state. And for a time, I forgot how unique and special you are. I have written too many articles poking fun of your antics and lawmakers. But here I am, returning to you with my tail between my legs like the prodigal son. Except I am a chick. But that doesn’t really matter. You get what I am saying.
I spent the last week in Indiana. But not just any part of Indiana. Indianapolis, Indiana.