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Formerly titled "The Traveling Job Coach" and then "The Traveling Athletic Director," this blog is
for me and my memory because it's not very good.
My memory is not very good. See what I mean?

This blog has also morphed into a place for me to share my thoughts on life and how I see the world.
These thoughts often bubble to the surface during my travels.

I don't concern myself with grammar. This is simply a place for me to record my memories,
thoughts and feelings while I travel.

I started this blog before my trip to Europe July 10-24, 2009. Email me at brosefield@gmail.com
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Yes, I used the words whilst and fancy in the same paragraph.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

That Time I Thought The Sign Was Broken

Last year when I flew into Indy I noticed that the "I" was missing in this sign. I said to myself, "that's strange. Indy has it together as a city. So that baffles me that the would leave the "I" missing for all the see in the airport."

When I landed this weekend, I wanted to see if the "I" had reappeared. I found that the "I" is still missing. And even better, for me as the bumbling tourist that I am, I realized that the "I" is SUPPOSED to be missing. It's s photo op. You're supposed to stand and be the "I" in the sign.

Oops.
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