I begin this column with an afternoon jaunt in the neighborhood I call home: Meridian-Kessler, otherwise known by it’s hip moniker: Sobro. I tied up my boots, buttoned up my coat, and walked out into another godforsaken, Midwestern, winter afternoon. The sky was grey, the wind was biting, and nobody appeared to have shovelled their sidewalks. But onward I walked.
Trndy Indy 