I cannot believe my good fortune. The redbuds are blooming and I am writing for a Zionsville newspaper. That, I believe, is the natural order of things. As I’ve said, if God hadn’t intended me to write a humor column, he wouldn’t have sent me so much material. Friends, in particular.
I stopped by Eagle Creek Coffee Co. this morning and complimented a lady on her hair style.
“Oh,” she said, “I couldn’t find my hairdryer, so I had to dry my hair in the oven.”
And so it goes. It brought me back to a different time, same place. Eagle Creek Coffee Co. is where McKamey’s Village Pharmacy was.
It was at McKamey’s that I met Emily Staser. She has no idea how influential she was in my determining the Village and I were a match.
I was a reporter for a local weekly. Notebook in hand, I joined the checkout line to buy film. Emily was manning the counter, on the phone.
She was talking to Marion Lowder with the insurance company. “I knew you’d want to know Cheri is making chili today,” she said, referring to Cheri McKamey.
“Do you always call him when Cheri is making chili?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” said Emily. “Marion would never forgive me if I didn’t let him know.”
I was charmed. I’d come from Broad Ripple, which bills itself as a village, but I suspected I’d happened upon the real deal.
“Is there anyone else you call?” I continued. Her eyes lit up.
“Yes,” she said, “I’d better call Jarret Clayton.”
Sure enough, he was glad to hear Cheri was making chili.
This was direct marketing at its finest. Both Marion and Jarret would be over for lunch. And, undoubtedly, bring their friends.
I determined then and there, this was the town for me. I’ve never been sorry.