I'm homesick for my Hoosier state. It seems that not a day goes by when I'm not asked where I'm from. I guess in a city with nothing but transplants, (I'm fond of calling them transients:), then it's just par for the course. One day at Redix, (a beach store), a lady asked me where I was from and when I told her Indiana she then referred to me as a "corn fed beauty." I didn't know whether I should hit her or hug her. Everyday it seems without fail I talk about Indiana and it's wonders. The people, the corn, Indiana Beach, etc... There really is more than corn in Indiana.
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