Reason #017 to come to Washington: Fine Dining. I went to a Italian restaurant with my Aunt Michelle tonight. It was incredible. This is one among many other delicious places to eat.
Reason #017 to come to Indiana: My dad's garage. I don't know what all is in there. My dad probably doesn't know what all is in there. There is stuff hiding behind that blue tarp, and there is an upstairs with even more treasures. To the left of what you see sits his 1971 Plymouth Cuda, four motorcycles, and a moped. But the bountiful amount of modes of transportation that are available to you once you come to Indiana is a blog for another day. Probably a day like tomorrow.