All that is left of the the Ghost town of Hindostan Falls, Indiana is a deserted cemetery. Ironically, the town had a whetstone quarry where the stone was exported to make grave markers. No one seems to know what exactly killed the people or why they didn't stay. Legend says that the town treasury (a chest filled with gold coins) was stolen and buried to this day in a nearby hiding place. There is a story here... begging to be told.
We went to Martin County, Indiana to find the site of the the ghost town of Hindostan. It was the county seat until 1828 when a "Great Sickness" killed the 1200 inhabitants. The town was never resettled. The town mill was near this waterfall on the White River. The falls are about 8 feet high and about 200 yards wide. I'm doing research on the area, to decide if I want to tell this story.
I spent this morning working on a scene from my new book "Killer Kat". It was a serial killer singing in the shower. What would Hannibal Lector sing in the shower? Needless to say it was a dark and strange morning as I made up lyrics to Julie Andrews song, sung by my villain. I'm ashamed to say that I made myself laugh. You'll have to wait for the book to come out to read it...because if I published it now and you read it out of context... you might send the boys in the white suits.
I heard about an abandoned bridge over the White River in Southern Indiana that might make a good place for the serial killer in my new book "Killer Cat" to get rid of a body. Angie and I hiked back and took these pictures. I think the location is suitable to get rid of the evidence. Picture the bridge at night... I think that someone may end up sleeping with the fishes...
After a few days of digesting the fact the Brett Favre is back in the division with my beloved Bears...I still don't feel good about it. Bad things can happen when he is around; even if he is 76 years old. His retirement seems to be like my stomach after a bowl of ham and beans. As soon as you begin to enjoy life again...they come back to pay you another visit.
I went for a walk this morning and took this picture. The birds were singing, the flowers were standing like ornate cherubs and then a deer pranced across this hay field. All was right in the universe today until I learned Brett Farve came out of retirement and signed with the Vikings. Oh the humanity!!!!!!!!!!!
I saw where they have just scheduled the wake for Eunice Kennedy Shriver in Cape Cod. It made me sad as I remembered the time we shared together. Several years ago, before I became the world renowned author that you all know and love, I made a living selling shoes. I was standing in front of the store, minding my own business when Eunice happen to come along and seemed to be smittened with me. I learned later that it was the pair of low cut lavender pumps with three and a half inch spiked heels that she wanted. Naturally, she tried on several pairs pretending to be finicky, when in reality she was trying to prolong the experience, as I massaged her bunions while slipping the shoes on her feet. Alas... our story ended in the way that most May-December romances do. She gave me $29.95 plus tax and left with the shoes instead of me. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Vaya con Dios, Eunice
We went for a drive south of Vincennes and found a deserted bridge over the Ambraw River, just before it disappears into the Wabash. Even the smell of dead fish in the ninety degree heat can't take away from the beauty of the picture.
