Ways that Mike Pence has not made Indiana great again.

Vice President Pence.

If something happened to President Trump, Vice President Pence would become President Pence.

Hilarious, isn't it?

Ten times Pence didn’t make Indiana great again, by the editors of NUVO Editors

Indiana Governor Mike Pence is very possibly going to be Donald Trump’s pick for vice-president — and that’s a sentence we can’t believe we’re actually writing.

And that’s because, in the eyes of many Hoosiers, Pence has not exactly made Indiana great, as Trump famously claims he’ll do for America. In fact, Pence was removed from presidential consideration by the GOP after a series of … let’s say unfortunate events.

Readers beyond the great Hoosier state, here’s a primer on Mike Pence and all the ways he has not made Indiana great again.

David White wants all NA merchants assured of being harmed by Padgett's lawsuit to attend a David White party at Padgett.

Surreal, isn't it?

Padgett, et al, currently are pursuing a lawsuit that in effect, personally attacks my interests both as a Spring Street homeowner and as a downtown business stakeholder. That's because Padgett and confederates oppose all "complete streets" measures to improve the independent business climate downtown and to increase property values and quality of life in the neighborhoods.

Padgett's chosen surrogate has been an obviously anger-crazed and demented Irv Stumler, who somehow has managed to tell more lies to locals about Jeff Speck's downtown street network proposal than John Rosenbarger has about the Main Street project. Gads. Laid end to end, their combined whippers would reach the planet Mars.

White himself has chosen to dismiss street grid reform as something that must wait, and in truth, he never seems to have grasped the meaning of it. Now, with his choice of political bedfellows, it's fairly obvious why.

At this point in time, perhaps the only choice remaining in the primary election is an emergency bulk shipment of body condoms. In good conscience, all I can do is refrain from voting for Jeff Gahan -- and yet here, as a reflection of my annoying fair-mindedness, is David White's plea for you to come and break bread with the people who oppose you interests.

Roger

Just an FYI for you and the downtown merchants. There will be a Meet and Greet for David White for Mayor - hosted this Saturday, April 25 from 2:00-4:00 at Padgett, Inc. in downtown New Albany. Daisy's will have desserts and beverages available. I will be there to answer any questions.

Thanks - David

One surreal afternoon at a rental property on Spring Street.

There was a weird occurrence about a week ago. At 3:00 a.m., an ambulance and three fire trucks loudly converged on the rental property directly across the street. I was awakened, expecting the meth lab to blow at any minute. Why else would there be three trucks? But I went back to sleep, and forgot about it.

Yesterday, an ambulance, single fire truck and police car arrived there around 2:00 p.m. Eventually they left, with the policeman staying longer than the other two. An hour and a half later, I looked outside and saw a van-like vehicle out in the middle of the street, angling to back in toward the house. In due time, two men who could have been Jehovah's Witnesses or undertakers unloaded a gurney, then a body bag.

Into the rental property they went, and then out they came again, with the body bag now filled. It was heaved onto the gurney, strapped down, and loaded back into the van. They drove off.

It was surreal, especially since I was preparing to walk down the street and preside over an important meeting at Bank Street Brewhouse.

Like Grandpa Jones always said, truth is stranger than fact.

Can words begin to describe "surreal" to this magnitude?

Today's Tribune column: "Yes, we can; in fact, we are."

I'm wondering whether to bring a growler with me. Does it say anywhere that no alcohol is allowed?

BAYLOR: Yes, we can; in fact, we are

The bread crumbs were right there where King Larry left them, and they guided me past the spot where Gene and Tom used to enjoy their daily cigarettes with Duck. Across the weirdly fresh pavement and up two flights of stairs, and finally, exhausted, I spied the crayon-encrusted welcome mat. Lurching through doors reminiscent of 1960s interior design theory in Sofia, Bulgaria (damn Commies!), I landed in a crowded room, providentially locating a seat near the bar, and scanning my immediate surroundings with an eye toward strong drink.

Meanwhile, I may have solved the issue of jamming -- not musically, but in terms of the WiFi signal at the city county building. Thanks, R.

The agenda for this evening's city council meeting has yet to be posted. If it is, you can view it here. We know that CM John Gonder's building permit moratorium is on the agenda, and that it is likely to generate much discussion.

As stated here earlier in the week, I believe it is a well intentioned but potentially harmful measure that threatens to throw the economic baby out with the storm water unless drastically revised to reflect specific geography, and should be carefully phrased in such a manner as to keep "emergency" dictatorial powers for planning and zoning out of the hands of a council that has yet to show it is professionally qualified to review procedures for boiling water to make tea, much less to judge those that require genuine knowledge beyond the head honcho's Bazooka Joe university degree programs.

Why do I say this? Because the current council's intellectual laziness is ongoing and flagrant, and also because Dan Coffey's chosen grandstanding wedge in recent months has been the populist viewpoint that final decisions on all planning and zoning matters should come within range of his power-hungry fingerprints.

If I'm permitted to remain in the room, I'll deploy my suggested WiFi solution and blog live from the chamber. If not allowed to remain there, I'll drink beer elsewhere.

Think of it as a lose/win situation for me.