The diner that always finds a way to survive
By Blake Williamson , Trevor Rhoad and Madeline Boldery / May 3, 2020A family business that stands at the corner of Madison and 18th St. on the south side of Muncie has had a whirlwind of a few years.
A family business that stands at the corner of Madison and 18th St. on the south side of Muncie has had a whirlwind of a few years.
Two years ago, Muncie Community Schools was on the brink of financial collapse. In 2018, Muncie Community Schools received a D grade from the Indiana Department of Education. and was placed under an emergency order from the state when Ball State University and a handful of legislators crafted a controversial plan to step in, setting the stage for a new kind of public school system.
I’d like to highlight some of the places here in Muncie that have become beacons of hope and cliched “Happy Places” for me. Check them out! See what they do for you, maybe they’ll become your happy place too.
Sundays used to be a holy day. The living room was my church, and I prayed with conviction to the altar of National Football League. I would stroll into the old RCA Dome with my grandfather, knowing nothing else other than I was happy if the team with blue horseshoes on their helmets won, and I was so unreasonably sad if they lost. I was blissfully ignorant to the carnage happening in front of me, and behind the scenes too.
Normally, a day where you get new albums from Earl Sweatshirt, The 1975 and Meek Mill would constitute a reason to rejoice.
Here’s what you do: go to Track 10 on Brockhampton’s newest album “Iridescence,” press play on a little number entitled “J’OUVERT" and tell me that the self-proclaimed “America’s hardest working boyband” has run out of things to say.
I was in Target when I got the news. I feel my phone vibrate, and I see a text that contains a sentence I won’t soon forget: “Mac Miller is dead.”
The sound of the plastic wrap tearing off of the case, the first look of the artwork on the booklet, taking the disc out and popping it into the stereo for the first time; this ritual took place every time I opened a new CD.
Words cannot even describe how much Scott Mescudi’s music has meant to me over the years. I am sure I'm not the only one. It has been in my headphones, my car, my room and my laptop.
Once hip-hop artists make it out of the hood and have some influence, why is that criminal lifestyle they might have once lived still their main subject matter?