Another Casino for the Indy Area????

For those who enjoy an occasional visit to one of the local casinos, ever wonder what we did BEFORE they were local?  I admit, I enjoy an hour or two gambling occasionally, but I work really hard for my money and a few bucks now and again for entertainment purposes is fine for me, I play penny slots and have had some luck, but ever notice the people playing the $1 or $5 machines?  Where do they get their money?  Does central Indiana need another casino?  Would love to hear your thoughts on the case…here are the highlights, for the entire report, click here for the full report from wthr.com reported on August 17…

A Las Vegas company wants to buy up 135 acres of land near the Indianapolis airport to build a casino, “high-end creative retail” and more.  Full House Resorts on Monday announced its proposal to build “American Place” in response to the Indianapolis International Airport’s “Land Use Initiative.” If selected, it would be built on the land along I-465 & High School Road, near where the previous airport terminal was located.

It would include:

  • Approximately 700,000 square feet of high-end creative retail space
  • 25-villa boutique hotel designed to offer the most luxurious accommodations in the Midwest
  • Seasonal plaza
    • ice skating and a European Christmas market in the winter
    • landscaped gardens and forests in the summer
  • Central square surrounded by a unique fountain and 3-D imaging experience
  • Multi-purpose conference and performance center
  • Residential condominiums
  • Offices
  • Restaurant court
  • Multiplex movie theater
  • Small, high-end casino
  • Large health club offering local memberships

The project would cost $650 million, representing one of the largest privately funded construction projects in Indiana history, according to Full House Resorts. They estimate it would then generate $85 million per year in state and local revenues when complete. Full House claims an independent third-party study found “American Place” would also create 4,000 permanent jobs and attract 10-15 million visitors annually.  American Place would be anchored, both physically and financially, by a small casino comprising less than 5 percent of the project’s total square footage.

What do you think?  Do we need another casino?  Even as part of a “lifestyle” center?  Would love to hear your thoughts!

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Vicki Reed

 

 

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Something to think about…

A friend from my extended circle lost her Father unexpectedly this week.  I’ve lost many people over the years, some old, but some young…those are hardest.  Looking online for something that might comfort the family, I found this in the depths of old internet comments.  Someone had posted this plea online:

My friend just died. I don’t know what to do.

The rest of the post has been deleted, however, this response really spoke to me, I hope it does to you as well.

I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not.

I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents…

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.

Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.

As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too.

If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

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