Vandalogical investigations

by Rocky the Diabolical Cat™

"Rocky, shall we go down to Key Cinemas and see one of the Warhol films?" Evangelina asked, and kissed me on the cheek to ensure a positive response.

"You mean the Warhol films sponsored by the Indianapolis Museum of Contemporary Art [iMOCA]?" "Exactly!"

"Certainly, darling. You know my motto: Anyone who wants progressive local culture must support progressive local culture. And iMOCA and Key Cinemas are two of our local essentials," I said. "iMOCA, Key, iMOCA, Key ... what else could one need in this city?"

"An Ikea store, of course!" Evangelina laughed. "Come, let's go pick up Hector. He wants to go, too."

I pulled my old Saab up in front of Hector's domicile and he jumped in. He looked around - up and down, side to side - with a curious look on his face.

"What's up, dear fellow?" I inquired.

"It's this bifocal pince-nez! I'm having trouble adapting!" he cried. He wiped sweat from his brow. "Rocky, can we make a detour and stop by the Medal of Honor memorial downtown, the one that was vandalized? I want to have a look at it."

"Certainly, dear fellow! I want to see it, too," I responded.

"Me too," Evangelina said.

"I don't know about you, Rock, but I smell a rat in the whole story of how that memorial was vandalized," Hector added.

"As do I, Hector, as do I," I said, and turned the car onto Washington Street.

To be continued ...


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