Jack and Diane

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Two or three years ago I was on one of my annual basketball junkets from my home in Nashville, Tennessee (Franklin) back to Indiana.

This night found me in Bloomington, Indiana at Assembly Hall on the campus of Indiana University, home of  The Hoosiers. Two days before,  I had been in Indianapolis for a game at one of the hallowed halls of hardwood history (hey how’d you like that line–next thing you know I will think I’m John Feinstein) Hinkle Fieldhouse on the campus of Butler University. The previous night I had been in my hometown of Terre Haute, Indiana for a game at Indiana State. Tonight one more game and then my drive home. About a five-six hour drive left after the game meaning about a two or three A.M. arrival for me. 

I was fortunate as I had a contact regarding a ticket and thus had a very good seat. I was sitting about three rows from the floor with the Indiana bench off to my left. In the row in front of me and a bit to my left  sat this person that certainly looked familiar but for the life of me I could not put a name with him. I noticed a couple times he had signed what I assumed was an autograph as I saw him with a pen and handing paper back to a couple pretty young ladies. 

Then it hit me, “Jack and Diane,” “Little Pink Houses,” and one of my favorites, Small Town.”

                               Little ditty about Jack and Diane                   
                    Two American kids growin’ up in the heartland
                                Jackie gonna be a football star
                        Diane debutante backseat of Jackie’s car                   

        Oh yeah, life goes on/ Long after the thrill of livin’ is gone

           Well I was born in a small town/ And I live in a small town
                     No, I cannot forget where it is that I come from 
                            Used to daydream in that small town                          
                                Another boring romantic that’s me