TAKE IT FROM THE TOP
With the air warm, the breeze light, and the sun in the sky, we spent both Saturday and Sunday outside. My dad--who had been visiting Indy for a couple of days--stopped by Saturday morning. He gifted us yeast and blueberry donuts, and after Hans and I gluttonously devoured them for breakfast, we drove to the Indie Arts & Vintage Marketplace (where I picked up an 1898 map of Omaha). After a few hours perusing antiques, we tramped downtown, to Monument Circle. There, we huffed and puffed (well, I did, anyway) up 331 stairs to the top of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument.
The deck was crowded with the physically exerted. Damp from the sweat of those who had bypassed the elevator. But the cost was free, and the view was spectacular. We mapped out Virginia and Massachusetts avenues. We pointed in the direction of our apartment. Asked ourselves, "What is that?" Watched the ants, the ant-like persons some 200-feet below us, crawl in straight lines of traffic.
What I remember most is one child, a boy, who kept exclaiming to his parents, "I'm in the heart of Indianapolis! The heart of the city!" Where he and his family resided, from where they had driven, I do not know. But his earnest appreciation of the city made me smile. For I, curiously teetering behind the glass, with camera in hand, was just as filled with childlike wonder.
This 1898 photo shows both the Monument and the church.