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New Book on "Historic Irvington"
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"Historic Irvington," a recently published pictorial history book of Irvington
will be previewed by the author Mrs. Julie Young, Wednesday, August 20th, 11:30
am at the Golden Coral Restaurant, 10220 E. Washington St. Autographed volumes
will be available. This is an excellent publication one that you will want to become
acquainted with. Your host: East Side Optimist Club.
2008-09-15
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Bike to Work Day is Friday, May 16th
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Scott Irons and Indy Cycle Specialists (in Irvington) will be hosting the East Side Ride on that day. Please visit Scott and the crew at Indy Cycle Specialists for more details.
2008-09-15
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Our Lady of Lourdes Chess Club Hosts Public Tournament
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Our Lady of Lourdes Chess Club will host its next tournament on Monday, April 28th. Arrive any time between 3:05 and 3:55. It ends at 5:30 and is in the cafe. Cost is $2.00 for OLL students, and $3.00 for non-students. This is open to anyone in grades K-8! Call Kieron Mitchell with questions: 317-430-5254.
2008-09-15
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"Waters of Irvington Nursing Facility" sponsors Community Easter Egg Hunt - FREE ADMISSION
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Easter egg hunt March 22nd @ 4:00 at Waters of Irvington, 344 S Ritter Avenue, Indianapolis, IN 46219. Children ages 2-10 can enjoy an egg hunt with the Easter Bunny in attendance. Bring your own Easter basket to collect eggs, and don't forget to bring a camera for photos with the Easter Bunny. FREE ADMISSION! For more information call (317)359-5515.
2008-09-15
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Backstage at Altamont
By: Kevin Friedly
The music wafted over the crowds. That wasn't all that wafted. The smell of weed was thicker, thankfully, than the smell of sweating bodies, bodies crammed together, moving in concert with the strange sounds coming from the stage. Robert Narley was moving to the sounds, dreaming of being on stage himself. He was a newly converted rastafarian, whatever that meant. As a white guy, no, as a pasty guy, he in a minority as rastas go. In addition, his choise of musical instrumetns didn't lend itself well to the production of convincing reggae. As a child he had been fascinated by the accordion. He recently had heard rumors that Jimmi Hendricks had flirted with accordion before settling on the guitar (something about not being able to find a left-handed accordion).
Standing backstage watching the amoebic crowd, oozing from side to side, his eyes locked onto a tumor of crowd not responding to the flow. A block of bodies seeming to move to a different sound. As he looked harder he realized he was watching the security personnel excise a spectator from the body of mob. Strangely though they were not simply removing this person, they seemed to be intent on killing him where he stood. Robert reached for his radio to try to get someone down there to stop the Angels from taking their job too seriously. Then he paused. As the assistant stage manager, his job was to make sure things were smooth ON stage, not off stage. That was someone else's job. Besides, these Hell's Angels were crazy but they obviously wouldn't be stupid enough to kill someone in front of thousands of people. Someone in the crowd would stop it. He should focus on his job and stay out of it. He took another toke and continued dreaming that his rapidly balding haed could support dred locks. One toke over the line sweet Jesus.
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