New York Post Weird but True (December 16, 2008)
But does she change them every 3,000 miles?
An Indiana woman was having engine trouble, so she popped open the hood of her car - and found thousands of walnuts tucked inside.
Hope Wideup, of Demotte, suspects the culprit was a squirrel.
A similar attempt was made on the car of a Law Professor at the Univeristy of Wisconsin whose Saab was stuffed with nuts.
And not just behind the driver's seat.
All I can say is that squirrel has balls.
But does she change them every 3,000 miles?
An Indiana woman was having engine trouble, so she popped open the hood of her car - and found thousands of walnuts tucked inside.
Hope Wideup, of Demotte, suspects the culprit was a squirrel.
A similar attempt was made on the car of a Law Professor at the Univeristy of Wisconsin whose Saab was stuffed with nuts.
And not just behind the driver's seat.
All I can say is that squirrel has balls.
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I just drove through Demotte this weekend when I was visiting the folks.
Yikes! Small freakin' world!!!
Jasper County, Indiana, indeed.
I hasten to say I mean nothing negative by that. Tons of relatives (including my mother) were/are natives of that area.
Reader are you a Hoosier too?
I was born in Indiana and lived there through kindergarten. My parents met at DePauw (the first day of my mom's freshman year; my dad was a junior), and I was born in the latter part of my mom's senior year and my dad's second and final year in grad school there. My dad is not a Hoosier (he was born in Brooklyn, but transplanted to a town west of Chicago at age 4), but my younger brother is as well. (Incidentally, both of my dad's younger brothers, born in IL, lived for many, many, many years in Indianapolis; one whelped two more Hoosiers.) Later, we lived in Illinois, in a small town with a college where my dad got his first prof job, and we then moved East to another college town. Going on 25 years later, my then-new husband (himself a Midwest native who ended up East when his dad got transferred there) was head-hunted for job back in the area. Thus our current location, a reasonably quick drive from where I attended elementary school in Illinois, and, relatively speaking, not far from Indiana, which I have visited countless times and know quite well.
That's the story in a nutshell.
Every single one of my first cousins are Hoosiers; all but one live in Indiana; and of those who have children (the majority), every one of them are native--and current--Hoosiers, too.
Both of my mom's parents were natives; in her mom's case, she was the youngest of more than a dozen, many of them prolific, if you know what I mean. She had scores of first cousins on that side alone, and the other side--which settled in the state much earlier--weren't exactly unproductive.
Thus the TONS of relatives reference ...
Sometimes, for fun, I Google random towns and places in Indiana with a couple of names, just to see what pops up. LOL, but I'm serious.
Small freakin world is right. I'm a natural born Hoosier as well. Probably distant kin to reader and H Daddy.
At least I hope it's distant.
Kidding... kidding.
Believe me, I know how touchy Hoosiers can be. I lived with six of them until I escaped at 16.
Touchy AND violent.
Don't know about Hoosier Daddy (who I suspect would be a little horrified at having me as kin), but it would be fine by me. And who knows?
When I say tons, I do mean tons.
And I love Indiana. I would have no problem moving there, though certainly it would make sense for me to be within spittin' distance of Indianapolis (or, I suppose, Chicago).
Aw, reader, that is sweet. I'd be glad to call you cousin too. (Especially if you don't tell Grandma that I tried to get you back behind the chicken coop back when we were younguns.)
And, I'm not sure about this but Indiana might be the very last state out of 50 that isn't bankrupt. Hoosiers tend to be big on living within their means.
Eek. Sorry about the violent part, Meade.
Thanks, reader. Apology accepted. Sorry about trying to get you to take your dress off back behind the chicken coop when we were kids.
How do you know I wasn't strictly pants back then?
It was after Sunday School. All the girls wore dresses. Even you weren't THAT ornery.
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