After I’d grown up a bit, I learned to appreciate my home state on its own terms. I think it’s a common experience for lovers of natural history: a deepening appreciation of the world that goes beyond the biggest, the splashiest, the most touristy. From the fossiliferous limestone of the south to the glaciated landscapes of the north, from the humblest crinoid fragment to Arcdotus simus, Hoosiers have plenty of natural history to be proud of, to share with the rest of the world, and to inspire new generations. [emphasis added to denote my emphatic agreement with this statement.]
I have to admit, it’s exciting to see my birth state getting some respect. It certainly never got any from me. Every time I go back there, I end up suicidally depressed. It takes about 20-30 minutes before I’m willing to do something, anything, to get the fuck out of there and get back home to me mountains. But my own dear mother lives there, and I’m fated to visit her, so it’s good to know I’ll have interesting things to look forward to. Between Lyle and David’s new blog, I do believe I’m set!
Go over and give David some love. Don’t forget to drop by his other home, Love in the Time of Chasmosaurs, too.