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However, in the 70's my father ran a recording studio which was very popular with the soul and funk groups of Indianapolis at the time, so we managed to sneak a few unsavory elements into the county.
Some of my most vivid memories of childhood involved the fact that our living room had been transformed into a recording studio, and I would often fall asleep to wailing guitars and Leslies for Wurlitzers stuck in the hall (reverb, you know). It was always a kick to have my father come to "career day" at school, where parents would explain what they did for a living. They must have thought he was from Mars.
My parents still live in New Palestine. The studio was closed officially in 1982 after 10 years, and my father resumed the real, boring life as a digital transmission computer designer for Allison Engine (a GM division) in Indianapolis. Come 1991, and GM downscales. Who is encouraged to take early retirement? Yup, my multi-talented father was among those strong-armed from work.
Maurice Whittemore Jr is a fucking genius, no doubt about it. In his spare time since, he has been writing marches (one of which was just debuted by an Indianapolis orchestra), designing guitar to MIDI interfaces, designing world-class free-flight model airplanes and computerized gear to help detect thermals, and teaching himself C++.
that tree has been cut down. since it was planted just after son #3 was born, it was a bit like cutting my kid off at the ankles.
sorry you didn't like growing up here. you certainly had a lot of freedom to be whatever you aspired to be.
i think you turned out ok.
and for your information some of our neighbors in the new vinyl village are of "color".
Your home town sounded a little like mine! only 350 population, there has only been one black family living there in the last 50-100 years, and that was because the teen age male member of that family was a damn good basketball player. The only black student probably in the history of that school (and stands to this day). But it was a great place to grow up. I like your trees.