At a Dug Out

We found a neat place to sit and watch people walk along the Indianapolis Cultural Trail. It is called the Dugout, and from what we understand, it’s been around for a long time. Of course, we get to the party later than normal. We just stumbled on it.

We sat in their sidewalk cafe area and ordered beer for me, a PB&J mixed drink for her and an order of tater tots. We watched people walk by, inline skate by, dogs walking people and people walking dogs. Even the Pickled Pedaler peddled by.

I have never done that … sat outside on the sidewalk, drink beer and eat tater tots, and been ok with it, enjoyed it. I wish I had taken a photo.

It will be a place to return to. I could ride the IndyGo bus system or take an Uber. I don’t have to drink that much beer that I couldn’t drive. Really, the thing is to ‘just go’. Maybe take a camera this time.

Saturday, May 29, 2021 effort on the Mulch Containment system I've been working on this year. iPhone 7 photo taken by Dave O.
Saturday, May 29, 2021 effort on the Mulch Containment system I’ve been working on this year. iPhone 7 photo taken by Dave O.

Walking Around Mass Ave

I wanted to do something different on Sunday afternoon, May 16.

I spent the late morning and early afternoon working in the yard, doing normal yard stuff, like cutting the grass, trimming the edges in the yard and trimming some of the burning bush shrubs.

Usually, I would be drinking beer while working in the yard as it helps to get me through the chore and makes the world better. However, I decided against drinking beer while working in the yard in favor of drinking beer ‘somewhere’ after I was finished with the yard.

At 4:00 pm, I left these house in search of a beer. I intended to drop in at a local craft brewery. But, I couldn’t decide on one. I kept driving until I was near Mass Ave in Indianapolis. So, I thought I would park and walk around. Certainly I could get a beer somewhere on Mass Ave.

My second ex wife knows the right places to go to on Mass Ave. So, I texted her asking what is the best place for beer on Mass Ave. She replied and suggested the Garage. She then says that she and Joi and Levi are at the Pins and that I should walk over to join them.

So I did.

I don’t frequent Mass Ave much so I don’t know what is happening on the Avenue. The only place I know of on Mass Ave is Bru Burger. But this Pins place is a pretty cool place. It has duck pin bowling and other stuff, but the best things about the place is they had beer.

While there, I met a young girl, my type, cute, had a sparkle in her eye. We talked. Of course, I feel ‘in love’ instantly and wondered what life would be like with a girl like her, someone I could love on and take care of, say that she is beautiful, lovely, cute. I thought about contacting her to see if a ‘thing’ develop between us. But, I am thinking against it. I’m old. Old enough to be her father. She’s young, has her entire life ahead of her. She doesn’t need to be tangled with an old man, sacrificing the youthful years of her life for a relationship with an old man with a foot in the grave when she could find someone her own age to love her and take care of her for a lot more years than I could. I could be dead a few years into a relationship and then what will happen to her. Ugh. I should leave her well enough alone.

Rusty post somewhere along Mass Ave in Indianapolis. Nikon W300 photo taken by Dave O on May 16, 2021.
Rusty post somewhere along Mass Ave in Indianapolis
Nikon W300 photo taken by Dave O on May 16, 2021.

Fountain Square Murals

I’ve wrote of Fountain Square in prior blogs. I wrote that Fountain Square was a shit hole in the days I grew up. Now, it is a coveted place of the Indianapolis art scene. Every year an Art Squared street festival is held on the streets of Fountain Square.

I try to make the Festival and walked among the people creating their art to enter in the competition, walk through the vendor tents where people sell their art, eat Fountain Square food and drink Fountain Square beer.

While there is much great art to buy on this day, I found some art in the back alleys of this small Indianapolis neighborhood. This fresh mural of a girl flying into the heavens is contrasted by the older and faded (gang related ?) murals and the dumpster with the (gang related ?) markings.

A view down a Fountain Square alley. Nikon D600 photo taken by Dave O on September 15, 2018.
A view down a Fountain Square alley. Nikon D600 photo taken by Dave O on September 15, 2018.

Newfields Stumbles over a Word

My favorite museum, Newfields, has recently stumbled over a ‘colorful’ word … White.

Apparently, my backyard museum posted a job offering in an attempt to recruit someone who could bring a more diverse paying audience through the doors and at the same time retain retain the museum’s core ‘white’ audience. Source.

After the backlash of using the ‘white’ word, the Museum revised the employment ad to say ‘traditional’ audience.

Part of the backlash came from GangGang, an Indianapolis art initiative whose objective is to elevate artists of color in the Indianapolis art scene. GangGang was to curate of the upcoming “DRIP: Indy’s #BlackLivesMatter Street Mural” exhibition which was to open at Newfields in April 2021. They say :

“Our exhibition cannot be produced in this context and this environment,” Jeffers and Bacon, co-founders of GANGGANG, a local art incubator working to elevate artists of color, said. “We have asked Newfields to revisit this exhibition to include an apology to all artists involved, the opportunity for the 18 visual artists to show their other, personal works with appropriate compensation, and an intentional strategy from Newfields to display more works from more Black artists in perpetuity.” 

Over a single ‘white’ word? Really?

I recall a Thornton Dial exhibit at the Museum in 2012 that explored the ‘hard truths’ of poverty, racism, war and homelessness in black America. At the present, Thorton Dial’s “Don’t Matter How Raggly the Flag, It Still Got to Tie Us Together” is on display (as of February 15). Note cards of people’s reaction to the Dial’s artwork are taped to the wall for all to read.

Thornton Dial "Don't Matter How Raggly the Flag, It Still Got to Tie Us Together
Thornton Dial “Don’t Matter How Raggly the Flag, It Still Got to Tie Us Together” art piece hanging at Newfields on February 8, 2021. Photo by Dave O.

I’m not certain “GangGang” is the most promotable moniker for a black artist initiative as it sounds ‘thuggy”. Might as well be ‘gang bang” or “chain gang”. In this article, they say :

“Gang” might be a loaded word today with an extra-legal connotation, but it used to have an entirely different meaning. It’s from an Old English expression that means “going” or “journey.” By the early 1600s, the word had evolved to mean “a set of things or a group of people that go together” (e.g., “The whole gang’s here!”). When Bacon and Jeffers combined the word’s early meanings, they knew they’d found their name: GANGGANG, as in a group of people going on a journey together.

Ah, I appreciate the theme of ‘journeying together’. Visit the GangGang web site for more information.