The Red Line bus terminal in Indianapolis.
Photo: Church bus.
It’s Down the Road’s fifth blogiversary! All month I’m reposting favorite stories from the blog’s early days. I usually remember numbers because I hear a rhythm in them. It’s kind of annoying, actually. My dad’s 1976 license plate number was 71D7140, my first girlfriend’s phone number was 234-6448, my 7th-grade locker combination was 6-44-40, my student…