I'm back in Indianapolis, IN for the first time in about a year and I must say that I'm feeling quite nostalgic. Yesterday, I had my favorite Indianapolis burger at 96th St. Steakburgers. I don't know what it is that makes their burgers so delicious, but even if it was rat poison or ground up dung beetles I'd still drop $10 there every time I came to town. They're, and I mean this almost literally, to die for.

As I type, there's a thunderstorm raging outside. Despite Seattle's reputation for raininess, it doesn't get too many thunderstorms. I can count the bolts of lightning I've seen on one hand. There's nothing quite like an 80+ degree day with a severe thunderstorm thrown in to make you miss the Midwest.