I Got...Almost...Nothin'

Other than relief: my basement was spared the Minor Broad Ripple Flood, which put about a yard of water in Downtown Broad Ripple.

We had a lot of rain and "the strip" is nestled cozily up to the canal and the river, so you'll be expecting to hear one or both overflowed.... Nope. Storm drain! Reported to have been fountaining up as much as four feet at one point. The city says "storm gates" were not open; they've vowed to make a thorough investigation -- haven't said they'll actually do anything, though. Worse than it sounds: we still don't have much in the way of separate storm and sanitary drains, so you might not want to go wading.


Another "relief:" got my marching orders from the NRA. Turns out -- quelle suprise! -- they don't want me to vote for poor ol' Dick Lugar (the Senator who can't afford a domicile in his home state), either. Not to worry -- I wouldn't be voting for him even if he wasn't F-rated; his negatives are many. His GOP challenger, Richard Mourdock, is more of an unknown. Six years, slim; try not to let us down -- and don't get too comfy. It ain't a sinecure.


What do these two things have in common? The U.S. Senate and a backed-up, uncontrollably overflowing sewer? You have to ask?