NOTIONS: Close encounters of the human, political kind
Long ago, on a muggy Hoosier morning, my wife, Pam, and I packed the car, coaxed our reluctant sons into the back seat and drove three hours north from Indianapolis. Our destination was a summer camp in the far reaches of the state-a place where Austin and Zach would spend their first extended time away from home. When we walked into the camp’s registration area, we found two people we knew: Indianapolis Mayor Bart Peterson and his wife, Amy. They…