A little over two years ago I moved from an exotic, beautiful, international location to take a superb job in what I took to be the boring city of Indianapolis. Friends and strangers routinely asked ‘What were you smoking?’ or some variant of that question.
Two years and two months into my family’s Heartland Adventure, we have become convinced Hoosiers. ‘Indy’, the place we now call home, throws up one pleasant surprise after another.
Consider the Indianapolis Monthly. Who would have guessed that the country’s 12th-largest city, of which the most prominent two topographical features are the cornfields that surround it and the unremarkable river that runs through it, would have such a superbly-written, genuinely interesting monthly magazine dedicated to it?
Probably only a Hoosier would not be surprised, because Hoosiers know what they’ve got.
I would place the Indianapolis Monthly beside similar monthlies of the nation’s top ten cities without apology or embarrassment.
It’s widely available at local stores but the 348 pages come much less expensively by subscription.
Yet another thing for us to be quietly smug about here in the Heartland. Who’da’ figured that?
Canter Bridge 
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