OK, here’s the good: An affordable cost of living (perhaps due to the overall lack of high-paying jobs in the area) and the most affordable of any “large” metro area. Its low cost of doing business is enabling companies to expand in Central Indiana and create more high-paying jobs—slowly but surely. It is a nice place to live if you have family or want to raise children. Indy is hosting more and more events all the time. It has a vibrant downtown compared to many cities. There is always something going on and it is generally safe to walk around downtown at night, especially on FRI or SAT nights. It has come a long way in reinventing itself. Over the past dozen or so years, Indy has built the Circle Center Mall, Conseco Fieldhouse, the Conrad Hilton Hotel among others, White River State Park, the Monon Trail, attracted numerous amateur sports organizations to the city, became the new home to the NCAA, is building Lucas Oil Stadium and a brand new Midfield Terminal at Indianapolis International Airport. It is going the right way and moving in the right direction in general.
Unfortunately there’s a lot of bad and persons from either coast may have a ligitimate reason to poke fun of the place: No mountains, not even hills. Nothing but corn not far outside the city (typical of the Corn Belt). No water. No beaches. No oceans. No diversity. No culture (its numerous transplanted Kentuckyans don’t count). No nightlife. Forbes Magazine ranked Indy the worst American city for singles based on this sad fact. Not many opportunities to get out and enjoy nature. No sidewalks, bikepaths or greenspace. Therefore, too many people are fat and unhealthy. People are too antiquated and narrowminded to accept changing ANYTHING in the area, and that includes possibly getting lightrail, even if it is for the good of the area. No public transportation due to the exessive use of automobiles by residents. The city only has a mediocre bus-only system with few routes and no evening service. People cannot take direct routes because they have to “transfer” downtown. No mass transit or lightrail. Forget about getting it. It will never happen. The poor maintanence of roads is also a problem. Many heavily used city streets are too narrow and needed to be widened years ago. Too many potholes. As freeway congestion increases, the city has done next to NOTHING in relieving the stress. At most, one can expect added travel lanes, HOV lanes or extra freeway exits but that’s it. The city can have poor air quality created by too many polluting cars on the raod and a lack of hybrid engines by its city and school buses. No street lamps. A high number of foreclosures but not as bad as in the Sun Belt. A slumbering skyline that has gone nowhere since 1990, when the Chase Tower was completed.
Indy, for some reason, calls itself a world-class city but has NOTHING to constitute one. It wont be world-class ‘till Cincinnati, Louisville and Columbus are. In fairness, Indy has come a long way in reinventing itself but needs to be much more aggressive in its efforts to be more lively. Part of the reason is that it has not marketed itself very well. Until that happens, it will forever deserve its Naptown image.
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. *