For the first time in my life, I waited at an old one-lane truss bridge

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My drive home from work takes me through the downtown of a rust belt city to a state road that passes through three small towns. The bridge that spans the first two was out of commission for a while, though, which meant I had an excuse to take a winding detour that passed over a one-lane truss bridge. I’ve driven over it for many years, but for the first time in my life, I had to stop and let someone else cross over first! I felt like a pioneer.

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Where Beechcraft still beckons

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Airports are funny places. On one hand, you’ve got behemoths like Chicago O’Hare or Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson, where hundreds of flights take off and land every day in a carefully choreographed frenzy. On the other, there’s your Uncle Clem easing his Cessna 172 onto a sod strip framed by a pair of cornfields. Somewhere in the middle lies a forgotten kind of airport like the one just southeast of Alexandria, Indiana. For most of its life, it went by the name Knotts Field1

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Raysville’s mysterious Star Boulevard

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My Quaker ancestors lived in southwestern Henry County. Helping my mom piece together their story has drawn me to Raysville time and again, and I’ve always been struck by the perplexing Star Boulevard just east of town. Its narrow, curving lane splits off from the old National Road only to vanish into a pair of disconnected segments. Was it an old alignment of an early highway? A forgotten interurban line? Perhaps the road was something else entirely. Besides that, how’d the street get its unusual name? Why’s it in two pieces? Needless to say, I’ve wondered about Star Boulevard for years.

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New life for Frankton’s forgotten depot

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My mom and I were exploring the backroads on our way from Muncie to Tipton a few weeks ago when we passed through the town of Frankton. As we drove, Mom pointed out a weathered train station on Lafayette Avenue she’d been past before. I wasn’t sure what would come of them, but I snapped a couple of quick photos. A few weeks later, I was excited to hear a radio report that the station would be saved! Thankfully, Frankton’s forgotten relic has a future.

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So long to the Smithfield Bridge

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Walking along the old truss bridge in Smithfield felt like stepping back in time. The crossing’s wooden boards creaked softly below my feet, but its strength was visible in every beam. Each was riveted with a craftsmanship that’s hard to find today, but not anymore. I’m sorry to say that the landmark Smithfield bridge no longer exists. 

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Railcar spotting: August, 2024

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I work at the only factory in my company equipped to send and receive materials by rail. I love seeing all the graffiti as it comes and goes! Fortunately, our yard gets enough traffic to turn my favorite tags into a blog post every month. I’m on my fourteenth edition of railcar spotting! Including today’s, I’ve shared a hundred and five of my favorite pieces since I started last year. Can you believe it?

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Yorktown’s interurban infrastructure

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It’s almost surreal to imagine electric streetcars gliding through downtown Yorktown on Smith Street today, but that was normal a hundred years ago. Indiana’s interurban system played a pivotal part role in our state’s transportation history, but it’s largely forgotten eighty years since the last cars flew by. Nevertheless, traces of the interurban’s legacy linger in town. 

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