Well folks, I know the whole city is getting themselves all dolled up for the Super Bowl in a couple of weeks, but I’m about to drop some bad news on you (or good news if you despise my weekly comments).

I quit.

But I do so graciously and not without a great deal of thanks for my dear friend Tiffany.  Around the middle of last year she witnessed me “giving the business” to some pimple-faced Starbucks barista about the poor quality of my $9 latte.  After asking her what the hell she was laughing at, we introduced ourselves and engaged in some witty banter.  She later shared details of her endeavor and I shared that I generally hate the internet.

After discussing some of our favorite local landmarks and questioning the city’s decision to demolish so many historic structures, she asked me if I would be interested in writing a weekly column poking a little lighthearted fun at some less fortunate examples of questionable architectural design.  I, in turn, asked her if she thought my rash du jour might need medical attention.

Ultimately, I agreed on one condition: I would submit photos and commentary in hard copy form and she would get one of her minions to transcribe my comments to the world wide web or whatever the kids call it these days.  (For the record, I do not know or care what the hell a “tweeter” is and no, I most certainly do not have a Facespace page.)

In the end I had a good time while it lasted (death threats aside).  With my old age, I’m finding it more difficult to get out in the world to take photos each week.  I am happy to report that crime watch groups in this city are alive and well.  Thanks to one astute crime watch captain, I now know what the inside of the Marion County Jail looks like.  And thanks to my faulty decision to share a car with my forgetful dope-smoking grandson, one lucky IMPD officer is now well acquainted with what the inside of my hind-quarters looks like.  I’ve said too much.

Thanks for tuning in each week.  And thanks for reading my pointless drivel.

I leave you with one last questionable historic landmuck which, honestly, to me, looks a lot like Tammy Faye personified in architectural form.  (God rest her soul)

Best wishes, (and keep reading

Prof. Eugene

7 responses to “WTH Weds: Send in the Clowns”

  1. Emily says:

    You’ll be missed! 🙁

  2. VRV says:

    I am very sorry to hear you will not be writing this column anymore (and I’m sorry to hear about your experience) I am a recent transplant from Texas and have greatly enjoyed finding all the good and bad architecture of Indianapolis. I am amazed at how affordable all of the near downtown neighborhoods are and how sad it is to see the lack of love given to all these historic homes. Homes like the ones in downtown Indianapolis this close to downtown Dallas would easily go for several hundred thousands if not millions. How does a community lose itself so badly? I currently reside in Herron-Morton and am in love with all the historical homes and am crushed when I run by boarded up windows and doors. I’ve only been here a few months but can see how hard some people work to keep the heritage of their neighborhoods alive if only the city had so much pride.

    Thank you and good luck with all your future endeavors

  3. N Jamerson says:

    I have so enjoyed reading your posts each week. I’ll definitely miss my favorite part of this site. Be well!

  4. Jeff Downer Indianapolis, IN says:

    Best wishes. You’re posts will be missed.

  5. basil berchekas jr says:

    This looks like of one those early filling stations that could be better preserved with more connection to its “true” past…

  6. John Bradley says:

    This Is a former Pure Oil Company filling station at e 49th St.and College Ave. It’s sister station is at Central Avenue and E 38th Street in a little better shape sporting the original blue and white colors.

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