The other night at Bunco, several women were talking about French Lick, Indiana. (Prior to this conversation they were talking about the security of their wireless Internet and keeping is protected against the eyes of PRYING neighbors. Oops. Thank goodness I don’t live in THAT neighborhood.)
And we’re back from that brief tangent.
One of the women asked me if I’d ever been to French Lick. I shrugged and coyly said that I’d never heard of it. “Oh? You’ve never heard of it,” she questioned. “Well it’s a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah place…” I wasn’t really listening to the last part because I was thinking to myself, “Is it weird that I don’t know about French Lick, Indiana? And I hope they don’t find out that I steal my Internet connection.”
The thing is, though, is that maybe I have heard of it. I mean, I’ve HEARD of Hartford, Connecticut and El Paso, Texas and Istanbul, but they don’t have any special meaning for me. The next day at lunch I asked Tate if he’d ever heard of French Lick, Indiana. I whispered it quietly across the table of the semi-crowded restaurant because I sensed that NOT knowing about this place was like standing up and shouting “I HATE NOTRE DAME, PURDUE, AND the HOOSIERS.” (I don’t, by the way.)
Tate gave me a most exasperated sigh and shook his head. “It’s where Larry Bird was born.” [imagine that he was looking at me like, YOU NUMBNUT] “French Lick, Indiana?,” he said as if repeating the words French Lick, Indiana would now somehow magically make it all click in my brain.
“Why would I care about where Larry Bird was born?” I asked truly wondering why in fact I WOULD care about a 1980′s Boston Celtics, short-shorts wearing basketball player.
“It matters. We live in Indiana now, Jennifer. Basketball MATTERS,” Tate explained. And that was the end of the discussion. At least for he and I anyway. Now I’d like to include all of you in on the talks.
I have since googled French Lick, Indiana and learned that it is a resort area, but it’s also “known” (I use the term verrrrry loosely) for being Larry Bird’s birthplace . However, I’m still befuddled. Is it weird that I don’t know much, okay ANYTHING, about French Lick, Indiana? Did everyone except me take a class titled, “The Low Down On French Lick…Everything You Must Know to Have a Fulfilled Life?”