Chuck is working in Indianapolis this week. Nope, the Packers didn't get there. He's working, though, anyway. The Cliff Notes version is this: the owners of the station needed a satellite truck and an engineer to run it, and "his" was closest to Indy. There it is, folks, the little one on the left.
Here's the view from the truck. That's one big parking lot full of TV trucks. Do people tailgate party in Indianapolis? Just wondering.
Here's the view from - his window and balcony. Folks, all the hotels were booked up by the time Chuck was assigned to the job, so he and his working partner are renting a nearby studio apartment. How near? Take a close look. Introducing their "pet" squirrel, a small furry creature that shows up every morning begging for food.
I'm a bit more concerned about the shop across the street. Chuck might just decide to go browsing for something to bring home.
I guess I wouldn't mind - as long as he remembers that anything with two wheels is really for me, the loving wife, the only one in the house with a motorcycle drivers' license.
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