Next week is the week when we here at NUVO load up the trucks and move from our longtime Broad Ripple offices to much nicer new digs at 3951 N. Meridian St. I personally hate moving, but I"m looking forward to this change. I"ve been ready to get out of Broad Ripple for quite some time, for a variety of reasons. Don"t get me wrong. I"ve loved living and working in the Village for the past nine-plus years. But it"s time for us to go. Broad Ripple ain"t what it used to be, if it ever was. And just coming to work every day has become a bigger hassle than it"s worth. Over the past nine years, I have had to hurdle dozens of puddles of vomit just to get to the front door of NUVO. Broad Ripple is the Vomit Capital of the World. I"ve seen it in every color, shape, size and texture. I look forward to not doing that. I have had to buy many extra sets of tires due to the fact that our parking lot is a collector of shards of broken glass. It takes longer for me to drive down Broad Ripple Avenue from Keystone to College than it does to get from Glendale to 38th Street. The new building into which we"re moving is nicer on a scale of 10 than the current office. Here in Broad Ripple, we still have the same plastic bags on the ceiling as we did when I was hired in 1993. We sit so closely to each other that near-fistfights have broken out between co-workers on topics such as how loud the other person is typing. Every time it rains, an ever-increasing flood of water pours down the side of my wall. The spiders in this building have been known to kidnap children. We"ll have none of that in the new building after we get settled. I love Broad Ripple, in the same way that one would love an ex-girlfriend who"s had sex with each of your best friends. Broad Ripple used to be a cool place where anyone who didn"t fit in could go. Except for the kids hanging out by the bridge, and maybe some of the regulars at the Alley Cat, Broad Ripple is now about as alternative as Britney Spears or Creed. But I will always have good memories of this place, only some of which can be shared in a column such as this. Many of the memories center around the leadership, mentoring and volatile personality of the late Harrison J. Ullmann, who hired me in 1993 and was my boss until he passed away in April 2000. I"ll never forget how he taught me to question authority in a creative way. I was his willing foot soldier in many acts of guerrilla journalism over the years. It was at his instruction that I asked Mayor Goldsmith some of the snottiest questions a public official has ever had to field, each of them phrased in such a way to elicit the goofiest possible response. It was Mr. Ullmann who fought to get me this column space and who defended it each time I fucked up. His favorite toast was "Confusion to our enemies!" And his favorite way to end a conversation was a hearty, "Onward!" I will carry those memories with me to my grave. Of course, there was the time he stormed into the office and called me a lousy MF, among other things, but even then he was charming. It was also in this office building that I first kissed the woman who still holds the title of Love of My Life, even though she"s long gone now. (See my unpublished autobiography, pages 150-375, for full details.) It was in this humble office building that I met and interviewed literally hundreds of people whom I hold in high respect. Each of them, from bigshot politicians to would-be gangster rappers, have honored me by their presence. And I"ve had the chance to work with some of the most talented, honest journalists in the state, from Ullmann to Fran Quigley to my other current and former co-workers. Having said that, I"m still glad we"re getting the hell out of Dodge. Broad Ripple doesn"t want us anymore. And I can only speak for myself, but I"m fine with that. You don"t have to tell me to leave twice. The new neighborhood is the one that"s thriving. It"s between downtown and Broad Ripple, so I can still go to the India Garden or Shalimar. The Melody Inn, just down the street from us, is the spot where the best music is happening. The new neighborhood is much more representative of the city as a whole than Broad Ripple. We are becoming part of a vital, growing neighborhood and we look forward to being good neighbors. Nothing in NUVO will change, as far as I can tell, other than the place where I stumble in to work each morning (or afternoon, depending). Our dedication to covering the arts and politics of this city is unchanged. We"re not changing our print product, just our address. Yes, there is some sadness in my heart about moving to a new building, just because I"m an old sentimental bastard. The bar or tavern which will replace us at 811 E. Westfield Blvd. will, I"m sure, be a quality establishment. I may even go there occasionally and tip a glass of Kentucky Tavern and Coke to the memories I have of that address. But, in this case as in all other phases of my life, I"m ready for something different, new and better. Or as my old boss would say, Onward!