After a late night of composing future articles for Historic Indianapolis, awaking after a mere 3 or so hours sleep to see a text from a dear friend that reads: “Was Kemper house destroyed?” is akin to finding a family member has been in an accident. Confusion, disbelief and a feeling of utter impossibility swept over me. Surely, he’s confused, I thought. Immediately followed by, well, he does know his history, but what in the world is he talking about?