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..I never knew Bloomington between the wars; with its pseudo-midwestern charm and cornfed smile...humid, state fair summers spent on midway fun rides. I am too young to remember the halcyon days of Stardust and Skylark...The Indiana I knew was simply an undignified ruin; a trailer park laden, harmonic wasteland...full of dank, dimly lit little corners; where using the wrong diminished lick could have sudden, unpleasant consequences...Black market librettos on every street corner...dark little rituals involving girls with guitars...a small town; full of big, generic dominants; all looking for that easy resolution. Life was cheap; and everyone worshiped at the temple of the Holy Round Ball... ...and always, there in the periphery of our vision...lurked the Third Man...