Indy deserves to be called Naptown and the butt of jokes by people from either coast. It is very undeveloped and hasn’t matured (and probably won’t) to a sophisticated, cool, world-class city for young, hip, urban professionals like New York, San Francisco, Boston or Seattle. It is drab, boring and Dull with a capital-D. There is no desent public transportation to speak of because the people drive everywhere and would rather complain about the “bad” traffic and make excuses than do something to change it. There is no culture. No diversity. No nightlife. Not much greenspace and farmland doesn’t count. No architecture. No geography. No mountains. No lakes. No rivers. No shoreline. NOTHING. There ‘aint even any sidewalks or any opportunities to get out and enjoy nature. That probably explains why the people are so dang fat. Not surprisingly, it was ranked America’s worst city for singles, according to Forbes Magazine in 2007. There is no architectural creativity whatsoever, not to mention a skyline that’s in a coma. The skyline hasn’t gone anywhere since the Chase Tower was completed in 1990. And while many U.S. cities increase their skylines and build highrise condos in the process, Indy does NOTHING. Even smaller Louisville, KY will soon have a skyline to rival Indy’s. Even the brand new billion-dollar Lucas Oil Stadium looks like a giant barn, or something from the 1950s “Indiana basketball” days. So does Conseco Fieldhouse for that matter. Go figure. Like I said, it’s Midwestern and dull with no architectural creativity.
Indianapolis is only a good place to live if you want an affordable cost of living and to raise a family. Good luck keeping the kids around because they will want to leave and immediately after they turn 18 and not return. Perhaps being America’s most affordable “large” U.S. city is a good indication of its dullness, because who’d want to live there?
Indy born: What do ya mean whurr is the corn?!? This is Indianapolis... 317 is whurr you at... no corn herre.
Indianapolis has several nicknames, including I-Town, Indy, NapTown (from one of the syllables in the city name) , and the Circle City. The third nickname derives from the layout and design of the city, which "circles" around the very large Soldiers and Sailors Monument in the direct center of Downtown, plus the fact that the urban sprawl of the metropolis is roughly circular in shape.
Indianapolis now has a very diversified economy, with industries and businesses in pharmaceuticals, medical research, computer software, insurance, and banking. Some of the most major banks in the Midwest are located in this city, including Bank One and First Indiana. There is a generally-friendly atmosphere withing this city and the metropolitan area, not to mention there are plenty of fun things to do, and all kinds of cultures and ethnic groups in the vincinity of this place.
"The" USS Indianapolis to be precise. The warship was commissioned at the Philadelphia Navy Yard on 15 November 1932. On 30 JULY 1945, while sailing from Guam to Leyte, Indianapolis was torpedoed by Japanese submarine I-58. The ship capsized and sank in twelve minutes. Survivors were spotted by a patrol aircraft on 2 AUGUST. All air and surface units capable of rescue operations were dispatched to the scene at once, and the surrounding waters were thoroughly searched for survivors. Upon completion of the day and night search on 8 AUGUST, 316 men were rescued out of the crew of 1,199.
* The description of the sinking of the USS Indianapolis is immortalised by actor Robert Shaw's superbly acted monologue in the memorable scene of Jaws (USA, 1975).
BRODY: What happened?
QUINT: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb. *