I am in Dayton Ohio. To get here, I had to go through mid-Michigan, down into Indiana, and over into Ohio.
Indiana is a lot like Michigan. Ohio is a lot like Indiana. Ohio has the added benefit of fewer hills and a lower speed limit, but otherwise, they're all pretty much the same.
You would not expect to see the eighth wonder of the world here in the heart of the midwest. But I did.
There is a town in Ohio called Van Wert. It is a very small town. In this town, I saw SIX houses that still had Christmas trees and lights. But that was not the eighth wonder of the world.
Fort Wayne, Indiana is a pretty big city. I only saw a little bit of it but it seemed pretty large. Fort Wayne, Indiana is not the eighth wonder of the world.
There is a town outside of Dayton called Huber Heights. When I drove by Huber Heights, I saw the biggest frickin' Menards I have ever seen in my entire life. They must do a lot of home repairs there. But that giant Menards was not the eighth wonder of the world.
THIS is the eighth wonder of the world. And I saw it with my very own eyes.
Indiana. What can I say.