Indiana Wants You 0
Many years ago I was on a business trip to Chicago. I was staying at a downtown Chicago hotel not far from what was then known as the Sears Tower, because the hotel was just a few blocks from Chicago Union Station, the site of my training gig. In the hotel bar, I overheard two dressed-for-success yuppies in their power ties (today they would no doubt be “hipsters”) discussing rumors of impending layoffs at Sears HQ, which, surprisingly enough, was in the Sears Tower.
After a bit of back forth, one of them put down his drink, looked up determinedly, and said resolutely, “I know this. No matter what happens, I’m never going back to Indiana.”
