That’s a generous portion of mirror, ma’am. And if you don’t want your reflection to be observed, you might check the locks before you change clothes.

That’s one gigantic piece of underwear there, too.

The Hoosier is long gone, if you can believe Google. What fascinates me about that particular page isn’t the absence of the Hoosier but the absence of houses from which Hoosier patrons were drawn. It’s hard to have a neighborhood bar when the neighborhood is literally gone – zoom in and note the empty blocks, the cracked abandoned pavement. Go left to find a grand old building called the Froebel School - I wonder if it's still in use, or a ruined hulk like the rest of the neighborhood.

The Froebel's janitor probably had a bump at the Hoosier.