Even though I lived in Indianapolis for twenty some odd years, I don’t think I have been back more than once or twice in the last 18 years. This morning, Jeanine and I flew there for the wedding of her nephew, Luke, to be held on Sunday evening. On approach, we flew past the famed Indianapolis Motor Speedway, and judging from the number of trucks on the infield, there must be an upcoming race this weekend. After gathering our rental car, we visited with Jeanine’s sister Lauren and helped with the preparation of a massive mezze plater under her expert supervision.

We all took time to visit with her dog, Gandalf. Despite his age and a deformed leg, he is absolutely adorble and took an immediate shine to Jeanine.