So I was taking pictures for this post and this seemed like a natural. The Corydon Democrat is often Indiana’s Blue Ribbon Weekly Award winner. It used to be true to its name, but not so much these days.
So I went in and raised my phone to snap a picture of the gallery of former owners (O’Bannons, mostly — yes, like Frank O’Bannon, one of our former governors — his father was one of the owners, and a story goes with him). And the office lady stands up and gets all like I’m paparazzi and the wall is her client.
“Oh, you need to get permission to take photographs in here.”
Me: It’s the lobby. I’m not taking pictures of your scoops or anything.
Lady: I’m sorry [she didn’t sound sorry, she sounded damned suspicious].
Me: Okay, I’m putting the phone away. What’s the problem with my taking a picture of past owners, right up there on the open-to-the-public wall?
Lady: You need permission to take pictures.
Me: I would be posting the picture on my blog, showing things about Corydon.
Lady: Would you like me to call someone?
Me: No, thank you. I’ll take pictures somewhere else.
Here’s the door.
Here’s the door next to that door. This door is in the center of the front wall. It’s prettier than the Democrat’s door.
Now, about Governor O’Bannon’s father. Very late in life, he married my best friend in Corydon, Mildred Kepner, who was a life-long friend of his and his late wife’s. Neither of them lived very long after, but they were very happy. I miss Mildred every day, and she’s been a long time gone.
This has been a somewhat snarky addition to Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Go visit his page and click the link to find other participants or to add your own Thursday Doors link. You have until Saturday.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character is forbidden from doing something, the forbidding of which doesn’t seem rational.