Back Home Again In Indiana

After supper last night, I decided to go down and check out the Blues Fest at 7th and Wabash. I drove to the downtown parking garage, entered from Ohio Street (Wabash was blocked between 6th and 8th) and drove to the top. Blues guitar sounds filled the air and I took a photo from the top NE corner of the parking structure. If you are reading this on THInd, I'll describe it for you. Imagine the familiar corner of 7th and Wabash (the old Crossroads of America is empty most nights these days but imagine anyway) it full shoulder to shoulder of people swaying to the blues from the stage that spanned Wabash Avenue at 7th street. Downtown Terre Haute living again.

Near the stage 180 degrees of rows of camp chairs arched to leave room for a dance area before the raised platform. Dancers, sitters, swayers and players immersed themselves in the blues. I weaved my way to the stage and snapped a picture of the band, Duke Tomatoe and the Power Trio. It is inset into the lower right quadrant of the crowd picture in the space that would have otherwise shown the dark roof of a building.

The collage gives more impression than detail... but natives would recognize the stone south face of the Terre Haute House, where we might have entered the Coffee Shop in days of old, as background to a picture of a 3 piece blues band led by a white bearded lead guitar player.

Later I wandered back towards the parking garage and saw a young woman seemed to be laughing as she approached me but I saw, when she got close, that it was tears and blubbery sobs. Lonely Teardrops in a crowd. Sometimes you just can't take a picture.