Storms -- severe storms -- rolled into central Indiana this evening, bringing yet more rain and ominous, near-continuous thunderings to Roseholme Cottage.
Popped on the ijit box to see what might be what and the local outstanding news station* had interrupted their regularly scheduled with wall-to-wall radar and rain-related rambling. They put up one of those nifty predictive wedgies over the Live! Radar! and rattled off who was gonna get it next: "Mt. Pilot at 8:13! 8:15, Danville! And the storm will reach Magnetic Springs at 8:16!"
I nearly had my second-best stopwatch out when the name hit me: Magnetic Springs? Never heard that one before.
Turns out there are a couple reasons for that, starting with the way those springs came unsprung a long time ago -- plus when they were a goin' concern, they went by their married name, Cartersburg-Crystal Springs, Inc., and hung out in bottles at all the tonier hotels and homes hereabouts. But that's their prosperous middle age; the beginning and the end of the beginning are very nearly movie material.
* We know this by the number of times in a single newscast there is a yet another live in-the-field reporter on the screen, saying, "I'm standing outside the location where..."
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