
Maybe I just wanted to touch something associated with the big event. Back then, the Indy 500 was the only event that put Indianapolis on the sports map. The ABA had closed down, shuttering the Indiana Pacers era of hoops dominance, and it'd be nearly a decade before the Colts came to town, so when you thought of Indianapolis you thought of AJ Foyt, Al Unser, Mario Andretti, and Indy cars.
Then again, maybe it didn't have anything to do with motor sports. It probably was the longing for freedom. I frequently dreamed of escaping my lot. My grade school held an annual Spring Fair and as part of the festivities the students would scrawl their names and addresses onto cards. These cards were attached to balloons and we all gathered on the asphalt parking lot behind the school to release them to the wind to kick the fair off. The idea was someone would find one of the cards, mail it back to the school with their location filled in, and we'd all see just how small the world was. My cards never came back, but as I watched another year's balloon float off into oblivion I always imagined myself riding along with it. I'd drift up from the parking lot, over the school, clear the telephone wires and tree branches, and just like that I'd be free of my earthly troubles.
Sorry, I guess I'm having a Richard Bach moment. Nostalgia has a way of creeping up on a fellow when he least expects it.
Here's a video of the Indy 500 balloon release from 2007 (I hope it works, the link seemed a little iffy, but it's an interesting view). The Balloon Spectacle is a far grander affair than what my little public school held, but the magic is still there. In the meantime I think I'll go out on the deck to watch for balloons drifting across the clear Indiana skies.
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