The Cult of Nonsense

IAHE Convention in French Lick

Last Friday and Saturday, Sara and I attended the Indiana Association of Home Educators' annual convention in the uncomfortably-named1 town of French Lick, Indiana.

French Lick and nearby West Baden Springs comprise a small, historic resort area built around a set of sulfur springs. The event was held at the French Lick Springs Hotel2, the second-most-stunning hotel in the area.

This was my first time going to one of these conventions, and also my first time doing more than passing through French Lick. I had a great time, and I would love to go again next year if the drive isn't too ridiculous.

There isn't any one point I want to make here; the point of this post is to collect my raw impressions before they slip away:

  1. I've lived in Southern Indiana for 19 years, and I still giggle at the innuendo. No one who was raised here seems to find it funny.

  2. Why do the French lick springs? The world will never know.

  3. They bottled and sold the stinky spring water as a laxative. Sara's question: "What person decided it was a good idea to try drinking this?"