There used to be a regatta in Pittsburgh, PA, the region where Kurt and I grew up. We never went. Crowd avoidance is high on both our lists. This is Madison, I thought to myself, historic, quaint, river town Madison. How big could the crowds be?
To VIP or not to VIP. That was our first question when it came to the Madison Regatta. The tickets were much more than we had budgeted for the event, but we heard the heat might set records, and the appeal of air-conditioned bathrooms and a fanned tent was just too much to pass up. … More Boat Love, Miss Madison, and Friendly People on parade. Madison Regatta Part 1
When we read that a pre-Regatta tradition included a waterball fight on Main Street in historic downtown Madison, Indiana, we didn’t know what to expect. I imagined water balloons or some kind of squishy ball like you throw around in a pool. I wondered if spectators would be forced into participation. What we found was … More Weekend Window: Waterball Fight Photoblog. Madison, Indiana
I was asked why I don’t blog on weekends. It’s because I need a break. I need to see some things, do some things, think about some things for material next week and most importantly, spend time with Kurt. But I thought of a compromise. Instead of my usual daily essay drafts, I can give … More Weekend Window: Bed Racing in Madison, Indiana
It’s been madness in Madison this week as residents and tourists have been preparing for the Regatta. Kurt and I have tried to keep up with all the activities, but there are many and we are two. We did manage to attend the hype-building movie, Madison, starring Jim Caviezel, and the little kid who played … More Watching the movie Madison…in Madison. It’s the RHPS of the midwest
It’s bizarro-world in the Druzgal house lately. Kurt seems to have one toe dipped in hippie, and I am more skeptical. In recent bouts I’ve been sad or lonely, frustrated or inflamed. Taken individually, they’re easy to explain as homesickness, loneliness and lack of good friendship here in Madison, frustration over being limited by this … More Kurt’s a hippie and I’m a Buddhist flunkie. Climbing stairs in Madison, IN.
I swear, the guy was 98-years-old if he was a day. And he lapped me on the Heritage Trail like he was a little boy, endless energy fueling his slight, pale frame. And he sparked some lingering little girl competitiveness I didn’t know I still had…
I have a crush on a restaurant. Really, it’s more like love. Sure, I might weigh a couple bucks and change, but this is one Pooh-Bear-bellied woman who is not afraid to be seen with her head stuck in the honeypot. I seek out interesting places and tasty dishes. I knew I would find delicious … More “…it tasted like I might need to go to confession…” 605 Grille in Madison, Indiana
This was my husband’s reply, trailing off in a fit of laughter, after I told him of my morning encounter. I went through the list of characters I’ve met in the last few days of watching the Madison-Milton Bridge Project on the Ohio River. I try my best to give a character sketch and, more … More “It’s a good thing you’re already married…”