Are you ready for the Halloween Hare to visit your garden?

October 28, 2010 in Outdoors by Carol Michel

Did you set aside a few pieces
of candy to appease him when he
makes his midnight witching-hour
call on your garden?
And if he doesn’t find what he’s
looking for – oh the horror. What
will he do to your garden?
If you’ve never heard of the
Halloween Hare, according to
ancient gardening legend, the
Halloween Hare hops from garden
to garden on Halloween
night looking for Easter candy
not found in the spring Easter
egg hunt. If the Halloween Hare
doesn’t find any candy, he will
create a little havoc in the garden
by pulling up plants or turning
over containers. Many gardeners,
hoping to avoid this mischief and
havoc, will leave a few pieces of
Halloween candy out in the garden
for the Halloween Hare to
find. Sightings of the Halloween
Hare are rare.
Be ready. Straighten up your
garden a bit before Halloween and
while you are doing that …
Provide a clear path to the front
door and on the front porch for the
Trick-or-Treaters. Remove containers
and pots that they might
not see in the dark.
Sacrifice a pumpkin to make
a nice jack-o-lantern. Or get out
your fake electric one like I do,
plug it in, and you are all set.
Mine has proudly served for
at least 15 Halloween seasons.
- Sweep leaves off the front walk,
especially if it is going to rain, so
no one has an extra chance of slipping
and falling on wet leaves. It’s a
known fact that Trick-or-Treaters
like to run and it is almost guaranteed
they will fall down a few
times. Just don’t let it be on your
front walk.
Replace burned out light bulbs so
the way to your front door is well-lit.
Skip your brilliant idea of handing
out tulip bulbs to the Trickor-
Treaters and give them candy
And no matter what, even if you
think it looks odd, throw a few
pieces of candy out into the garden
for the Halloween Hare to find.

The vegetable orchestra?

October 28, 2010 in Living by Wendell Fowler

Eeeeek! There’s an elephant
in the crisper
Under the influence
of the lowquality
American diet, born
of the Industrial Revolution,
human disease rates have accelerated
in parallel with the
increased consumption of super-
sized, lifeless, ready-to-eat
processed food, and genetically
altered produce; contrived food
the Great Architect never intended
Earth’s perfectly created
earthly inhabitants to consume.
According to the Centers for
Disease Control and Prevention,
only 26 percent of America
eats its vegetables. To say we are
a self-destructive sort would
be a gross understatement. It’s
not possible to argue with the
health blessings of a diet rich in
vegetables and fruits that lower
blood pressure, reduce risk of
heart attack and stroke, some
cancers, lower risk of eye and
digestive problems, and have
a mellowing effect on blood
sugar that can help keep appetite
in check, ergo thwarting
obesity and diabetes. I guess it’s
not hard to comprehend since
humans are natural risk takers
which can be supported by
activities like bungee jumping,
driving without seatbelts, road
rage, eating raw fish and steak
tartar, cheating on your taxes
and spouse, playing with street
drugs, smoking and drinking,
and discussing current politics
with your whacked-out neighbor.
Everyone should know the
elephant is the reality; Americans
must eat more plant foods
to achieve mental, physical, and
spiritual health, but find it almost
impossible to transcend
hard-wired eating behaviors. Simultaneously,
everyone knows
disease rates in America are off
the hook, but no one wants to
admit food is ground zero, even
though everything we place into
our mouth has an effect; garbage
in, garbage out.
It saddens me we’ve become
a culture of whiney, malnourished,
self-absorbed folks in
adult clothing who still repudiate
their vegetables. Well, maybe
this year’s Spirit and Place
will grease the wheels of nutritionally
sensibility and pump
joy into your sagging spirits.
To forget worldly tribulations
for a while, live, laugh and love
at the Spirit and Place 2010 presentation
of, Food for Thought:
ten magical days from Nov.
5-14. Their mantra is that food
isn’t just what’s on the plate; it’s
a necessity and often a luxury.
Now celebrating its 15th year,
the Spirit & Place Festival is
an extensive civic celebration
that engages more than 15,000
people throughout Central Indiana
in dozens of programs
presented by more than 100
organizations. Its mission is to
promote civic engagement, respect
for diversity, thoughtful
reflection, public imagination
and enduring change through
creative collaboration among
arts, humanities, and religion.
Go to for more
I’m especially looking forward
to the Vegetable Orchestra’s
artistic performance on
Nov. 5 and 6 when talented
musicians play with their food;
literally, since The Vegetable
Orchestra makes beautiful music
on instruments made from
fresh vegetables. In this year’s
performance of the Vienna Vegetable
Orchestra, they musically
express how our food choices
influence our family, health,
and faith that shape our culture,
economy and landscape.
The utilization of various, ever
refined, vegetable instruments
create a musically and aesthetically
unique sound. The original
Vegetable Orchestra that performs
worldwide was founded
in 1998 and is based in Vienna.
Like eating fresh, nutritious
produce, there are no musical
boundaries with this band of
produce. The most diverse music
styles fuse here with contemporary
music, beat-orientated
House tracks, experimental
Electronics, Free jazz, Noise,
Dub, Chicks in’ Cuts—the musical
scope of the ensemble expands
consistently and recently
vegetable instruments and their
inherent sounds often determine
the direction. The concert
appeals to all the senses. As an
encore, the audience is sometimes
offered fresh vegetable
Man-Up! See the vegetable,
listen to it, embrace the vegetable,
eat the vegetable, then
become the vegetable. Just don’t
eat the elephant and all will end
well. After all, you are what you

Torry's Top Ten scariest Halloween costumes for our modern world

October 28, 2010 in Torry's Top Ten by Torry Stiles

10. Runny-nosed kid who likes to hug …
9. Replacement window salesman.
8. Foul-mouthed person with Bluetooth
arguing in the grocery store
check-out line.
7. Co-worker who recently quit
6. Glee fan the day after a new
5. Grinning toddler with a Sharpie.
4. Losing football coach teaching
health class.
3. Texting teen-aged store clerk.
2. 45-year-old Molly Hatchet fan.
1. Cop with a radar gun on Southport

Don’t even try to fight tradition and heritage of autumnal doughnuts

October 28, 2010 in Opinion by Mike Redmond

Maybe it’s the time
of year. Maybe it’s
because they’re
forbidden. Maybe Read the rest of this entry →

Halloween: my chance

October 28, 2010 in Opinion by Kevin Kane

Even dating back to
when I was a little kid,
Halloween has never
been about the candy
for me. Instead, I’ve always been Read the rest of this entry →

Visions of sugar plums dance in my head

October 28, 2010 in Opinion by Sherri Coner-Eastburn

I’m on a sugar-reduction
quest. Two nights in a row,
I dreamed about my aunt’s
butter cake. This morning,
I snorted the air around the Read the rest of this entry →

Commentary: Whether Christian or Sikh, we are called to action

October 28, 2010 in Opinion by Submission For The Southside Times

By Mark Wolfe, President of the Interfaith Forum
and Interfaith Youth Core (IFYC) Fellow
I always used to wonder what the word “Gurdwara”
meant when my family would travel to church
on Sunday mornings. The word was plastered on
the front of a building that was continually in our
path, and I would often see people walking around
the complex with turbans adorning their head. With
my limited knowledge of different faiths at the age of
nine, I never considered I might be viewing a Sikh
community. After the September 11, 2001 attacks
that forever changed America’s perception of the
world, my own perception of the “weird” people at
the “Gurdwara” was forever changed.
Few know that 99 percent of Americans that wear
turbans are Sikhs. Sikhs even have a bracelet that is
worn to differentiate themselves from Muslims because
the two groups seem so similar in appearance.
After 9/11, the entire American Sikh community
found themselves as the unwilling victims of misguided
aggression meant for innocent Muslims.
The Sikh Satsang in Indianapolis could not escape
this unfortunate onslaught. Rocks were thrown into
their building. Graffiti defaced their beautiful complex.
I was confused because I could not understand
why anyone would want to harm these innocent
My church saw what occurred at the complex
down the street and decided to take action. As we
knew most of the problem was a result of ignorance
of Sikhism, my church enacted a worship service
swap. The Sikhs visited my church for a Sunday service,
and we visited the Sikhs for a Sunday service. I
was invited to become part of the Sikh community
for a day, and I wore my turban proudly as I dined
on Indian food for lunch. I still did not fully comprehend
Sikhism, but I knew that these people did
not have a harmful bone in their bodies. After we
swapped services, my church helped restore the
Sikh temple to its original state, as Sikhs and Christians
worked alongside each other to bring about a
greater good.
As I look back on the persecution the Sikhs suffered,
I realize that I still see a world around us that
is fearful of the unknown. With the backdrop of the
Ground Zero Mosque controversy and the threatened
Quran burnings by Terry Jones, I see a fragmented
America. Even at the University of Indianapolis,
my college campus, I see a separation between
student groups. I watch as Christians associate with
Christians, Jews associate with Jews, Muslims associate
with Muslims, etc. There is another world that lies
outside our grasp because we choose not to engage
it. There is no reason that Christians, Jews, Muslims,
Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, and others cannot come
together in harmony. I saw Christians and Sikhs do
it during a time of distress. Why can we not do it in a
time of peace?
While we let our faith identities conflict, we let the
rest of the world decay. Wars from Iraq to the Congo
cause suffering for innocent bystanders. Hunger and
dirty water plague those in the developing world.
Homeless live on the street with no roof over their
head. Children are brought into prostitution every
day. Disease wreaks havoc on the health of multitudes.
There is so much pain that all faiths are called
to heal. Christians wish to show the compassion of
Christ to others. Jews wish to fulfill the Law that God
has sent them to address the needs of others. Buddhists
wish to ease the suffering of those around
them. Imagine what we could do while united. Imagine
the ideas that could come from the discussion of
multiple great thinkers from different backgrounds.
Imagine the change we could make in the world. But
change does not occur from ideas or imagination; it
comes from action.
On Tuesday, Nov. 16, the Indianapolis community
will be invited to the University of Indianapolis
to take the first step towards an interfaith
reality at the “What IF?” Speak-In Event. First, a
service project that will make no-sew blankets for
a homeless center run by the Interfaith Hospitality
Network (IHN) will start at 7 p.m. Afterwards,
a panel of speakers from the IHN will discuss
their commitment towards serving the homeless
and interfaith cooperation. Lastly, there will be
facilitated small group interfaith dialogues on the
shared goal of social action. The event will conclude
around 9 p.m.
What if other faiths worked together instead of
working separately? What if the combined forces
of social activists across faith lines worked on a
social issue like homelessness? What if we decided
to act now? Would we change the world?
On Nov. 16, Indianapolis will discover that we are
better together.

The ultimate rebellion

October 28, 2010 in Front Page News by Jennifer Pherigo

Having his parents ban scary movies as a
child was the start of a frightening fascination.
Running a series of haunted houses called
Hanna Haunted Acres was the best way for
Scott Waterman to create terrors he was unable
to experience growing up. For 17 years he
has been advancing the art of scaring to develop
an unusual family business.
“His mother wouldn’t let him watch scary
movies so he built a haunted hayride,” said
Waterman’s wife, Amy. She has been running
the business with him since they first bought
the land from his parents in 2001.
Waterman is a 1994 graduate from Warren
High School. At 19, he was running what
was then called Hanna Haunted Hayride on
his parents’ land along with his own haunted
house, Phantazmagoria, at the Marion County
Fair. The difficulty of running both places
at once prompted him to focus completely on
Screams of terror are a common sound to
Waterman’s daily life in October. The event
has grown from a simple hayride to 78 acres
and six horrific attractions: two mazes, Carnevil,
Phantazmagoria, Black Out, Hells ½ Acre
and the Haunted Hayride. He has surpassed
the cliché of smoke machines and is progressing
to pyrotechnics to create new experiences
for visitors.
Hanna’s policy for the attraction is that actors
are never allowed to touch the visitors.
This doesn’t stop them; however, from still invading
everyone’s comfort zone. On the hayride,
visitors will find themselves inches away
from their nightmares with their hair standing
on end from hot breath on their necks.
With three children and another on the
way, the Waterman business has become very
family oriented. Surrounded by monsters has
had a positive on their young children as Waterman
explains that they are less afraid of
them, because they know the process behind
it all. Amy laughed and explained at two, their
son Cole dressed up as a little Michael Myers
and ran around trying to scare the visitors.
His fascination is like any other child who
wishes to be like their parents.
According to the Watermans, the public
does not realize how much thought goes into
running a haunted attraction. “As soon as we
tear it down we are already planning for next
year,” said Scott. The couple attends various
conventions throughout the year to get bigger
and more realistic props.
The public has been confusing Hanna
Haunted Acres and the Hannah House, since
it opened. To clarify Hanna is at 7323 E. Hanna
Ave. and Hannah House is at 3801 Madison
Discounts on tickets and additional information
can be found at hannahauntedacres.
Hanna Haunted Acres
7323 E. Hanna Ave.
Indianapolis, IN 46239
(317) 357-0881
Opens at dark
Closes Oct. 28, 10 p.m.; Oct. 29
and 30, midnight; Oct. 31, 10 p.m.

Laugh, listen and love

October 21, 2010 in Lifestyle by Sherri Coner-Eastburn

His hobby, honestly, is working, Carl Richardson said with a grin.And beside that fact, he’s known too many guys who died soon after they decided to retire and recline in an easy chair.
After retiring in 1994 from General Motors, Richardson took a two-month vacation from life as he knew it. But he hated it and went back to work.
During the summer, Richardson works three days weekly in security and traffic control with his older brother Terry Richardson. In the winter, Terry Richardson is a snowbird, en route for Florida. So Carl works five days a week instead of three, by picking up his brother’s hours. “Then he works out in the garage seven days a week too,” said Barbara Richardson, Carl’s wife of 52 years.
Carl is the kind of guy who has a lot of nervous energy. He’s always fiddling with something, either in his beloved garage or in the couple’s nicely tended garden on the South Side.
But he’s also never too busy for Barbara, who now has some mobility restrictions due to arthritis. Together, they raised two sons and a daughter. They have seven grandchildren and five great granddaughters. The walls in their Southside home are decorated by the happy faces of children. Toys are stacked neatly on the edge of the coffee table, right beside a huge basket filled with candy.
Spending time with their family is definitely a priority, Barbara said.
They also enjoy strolling through flea markets and going camping. Every Saturday morning, they go out for breakfast before grocery shopping together.
After 52 years, some parts of married life just never change. For a lot of years, they have worked with a fairly successful system, “like listening to each other and keeping your mouth shut,” Carl said with a laugh.
Last one to leave the bed in the morning makes the bed. And the person who cooks the meal doesn’t do the dishes. Since Carl doesn’t cook, it goes without saying that he’s washed a lot of dishes through the years.
He still gets irritated when his wife plops the dish rag into dirty dish water, Carl said with a chuckle. It’s a mystery that after all these years, she can’t stop herself from tossing the rag in the water, especially when she knows darn well that her husband prefers for her to fold it and leave it on the side of the sink.
She also deals with one of those aggravating mysteries, Barbara said. “When he brushes his teeth, he leaves toothpaste in the sink,” she said with a laugh.
Their secret to a blissful marriage- despite the dish rag problem and the toothpaste issue is simple.
“You have to laugh a lot,” Barbara said.
“You have to listen to each other,” Carl said. “The young ones, they give up too quick.”
Maybe some wives would be upset about a husband who retires from one career then immediately chooses a new one. But Barbara understands and accepts Carl, nervous energy and all. She also appreciates how supportive he is of her, especially during a time in their life together when her needs and abilities have changed.
“It’s about tolerance and communication,” Barbara said. “Carl is so good to me. He helps me so much. He does half the housework and all the outside work. I don’t know what I’d do without him, to be truthful.”

by Elaine

It's Never Too Late

October 21, 2010 in Lifestyle by Elaine

As the year 2000 was approaching and people were fretting the Y2K bug, Mary Ellen and John Magee were catching a bug, too. That bug was to get a college degree. There was no cataclysmic episode when the New Year arrived but there was a life-changing event impending for this couple. Read the rest of this entry →