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Big Ideas From Indy's Past
Talk about a Hail Mary. In 1982, city leaders built an NFL stadium without a team.
Editor's Note: August 2014
I have a prediction: Indy will look radically different by its 200th birthday—but not without a few outrageous ideas along the way.
Flashback: The Colts Come to Indy—30 Years Later
The arrival of the Colts has brought to an end the all-too-familiar question, “Where’s the beef?” In its place is the all-important question, “Where are the tickets?”
The Canal's Troubled Waters
For all that downtown’s Central Canal is—mainly, a lovely spot for fresh air—it may forever be known for what it is not.
The Man Behind the Monon: Ray Irvin
Monon users ponder many things during their straight-line workouts, but how the greenway came to be isn’t one of them. Ray Irvin, its original visionary, walks (or jogs) us through it.
The Tony Kiritsis Saga
“Tony slipped on the ice, taking Hall with him. If one of the two hadn't fallen, Hall would have been killed right there.”
Open Letter to Indiana Lawmakers: Get on the Bus!
Dear Members of the 118th Indiana General Assembly,
By the Numbers: Richard Lugar's Legacy
Richard Lugar was the 44th mayor of Indianapolis, and the first to successfully seek reelection (before then, city law prohibited the mayors from serving consecutive terms)
Out on the Trail: Zach Adamson's Rise in Indy Politics
"Zach is the model of a modern LGBT candidate," says one political observer. "He has done it all on his own. He didn't wait for the party boss to tell him it was okay."
The Amazing Tunnys
Five miles east of Monument Circle, on the far edge of Irvington, the railroad runs past factories and warehouses and a tiny asphalt racetrack. There is no infield, just a rubber-streaked oval two-tenths of a mile in circumference, little bigger than a hockey rink, surrounded by a wire fence and grandstands of bleachers and folding metal chairs. During the week, the Indianapolis Speedrome stands as empty as many of the abandoned buildings on the industrial east side. But every summer Saturday night, the place comes alive with beer-swilling fans who’ve paid $11 to watch four hours of action, semi-pro drivers trading paint in everything from go-karts to jalopies, all of it just prelude to the mayhem that is the main event, a little-known battle royale of bent metal that may just be auto racing’s truest spectacle: the Figure 8.