We had a little time after visiting the Louisville Slugger bat factory so we kept on going north to the west side of Indianapolis.
When I asked the clerk at the Hampton Inn and Suites of Brownsburg, a few miles out west of the beltway around Indianapolis on the 74—I wonder why that doesn't show up on Google when I ask for Hamptons near Indianapolis—she gave me directions in person and on paper for St Malachy Roman Catholic Church. He was an Irish bishop of Armagh in the 12th century, his feast celebrated on November 3rd.
The church was fairly impressive both inside and out, and despite being built in the 21st century, showed fairly distinguished architecture. See some pictures here. The St Malachy RCC mentioned above is a useful website.
The paper directions were necessary because it was still a little dark at 7:30 on Sunday morning. We were driving out in the cornfields on roads that carefully separated the fields, and had names like CR 750 North, not visible until you were within two car lengths. The funny part of the morning came when I drove back to the motel after it was light and became thoroughly lost, unable to follow backwards the simple directions I had followed to get there.
Eventually we get going on the 74 until we hit the 39 heading toward the Socialist Republic of Madison.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
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