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Sooner or later, most cavers pick up a nickname. His was Slim Tim. One hundred and twenty-five pounds of sinew and muscle stretched taught on a lean frame. Part slingshot, part projectile, he zipped through cracks where other bodies wouldn’t fit.

For the most part, lobbying in Indiana now seems to be less about quid pro quo than it is about finding a soft spot in the heart of a legislator who can help your cause. And while that might not be as sexy as outright corruption, it still gives watchdog groups cause for concern.

“I always wanted to be a New York Times bestseller,” she says. Now that it’s happened, “I still want to be a household name, you know.”

Indianapolis is drawing heroin straight from Mexico and bypassing Chicago altogether—which might account for the high potency.

Only one state prohibits the retail sale of packaged alcoholic beverages on Sunday while also allowing it to be served at bars, restaurants, and events. Spoiler alert: It’s us.

The measure must win simple majorities in both Statehouse chambers again this year before the question is popped to Hoosier voters. Let the pots and pans fly.

Having a 20,000-acre spread, one of the largest farms in one of the nation’s most productive farm states, buys some clout.

If you believe that Indiana farmers are weather-hardened old men who grow corn and soybeans, you might look at these tidy patches of naturally raised produce and see a garden—and, in the pretty thirtysomething who tends them, a gardener.