The following clipping was taken from the Indianapolis Star newspaper, dated October 15, 2005

Who is L? Indiana's Lost-Love Mystery

For just over two decades, the greater Indianapolis area has been gripped by a mystery of love and loss, broadcast nightly across citizens-band radio. With little variation, the calls would go out nightly at 7:00, broadcast on CB channel 11. Without fail, the broadcaster would begin the same, "Hey L, it's Me. It's day 6,487." Night after night, the count grew, never repeating, never leaving a gap; the count always stayed properly tied to the calendar. No two broadcasts were ever quite the same, though they progressed in similar fashion. The mysterious Me would send out his greeting and announce the day. He would talk about his day, the weather, life in general. Always, the dictation would turn to how much he misses the enigmatic L and a plea for any sign they are somewhere safe.

The mystery began in early 1984, in the rural counties along the corridor to Chicago. Truckers began swapping stories of a mysterious boy clogging up channel 11 every night, sending out pleas into the void for the return of someone he lost. What was originally thought to be some kind of hoax turned into something much larger than Me could have ever intended. People in the areas with the strongest signal started to tune in nightly, like an old radio drama, to see what he had to say and allow their hearts to break along with his. Always the broadcast came, sometimes a little early, sometimes late, but almost every night it came.

A group of followers began documenting the calls, hoping to untangle the mystery of who Me and L were, and just what had happened to tear them apart such a heartbreaking fashion. The group, dubbing themselves the "Listeners of Eleven" began by working out the date of the first broadcast, nailing down Day 1 to November 14, 1983. Countless hours combing old newspapers on and around that date turned up nothing of note for the group. The most notable thing they could find was a fire at the middle school in Hawkins, but beyond shutting down the school for several days, there were no injuries or fatalities associated with the event. Nothing that would indicate an L torn painfully away from the boy who loved her.

As the years drew on, the mystery only grew as the broadcasts continued with their nightly fervor. Once in a while, devoted listeners would be treated to additional broadcasts as he reached out in desperation outside his normal evening habit. Often these calls would go out in the morning, often quite early, and would refer to a nightmare; "The same one as always," he would say.

As the 1980s drew to a close, the mystery expanded to a wider audience as Me upgraded to a more powerful radio and began to reach more distant ears. Shortly after that, the broadcaster appeared to relocate to Indianapolis as the center of the broadcast shifted. As the city audience got its first taste of the nightly drama, it was assumed to be a new-age performance art piece put on by one of the local colleges. However, those thoughts were quickly put to rest as "Listeners of Eleven" brought the new audience into their fold and shared what history they had gathered so far.

Speculation has run wild in regards to the identities of both Me and L, and just what the latter's moniker could be short for. When the broadcasts began, Me was believed to be a boy in his mid-teens, which would put him in his thirties now. L is much harder to nail down. Though it is entirely conjecture, L is believed to be a girl of similar age. L is often thought to be short for Leslie, Linda, Lacey and countless others. Another camp within the Listeners group believe L might actually be El, and as such, short for Ellen, Elaine or Elsa.

As for how the two came to be separated, the theories run fast and wild. Many believe the girl died and the whole broadcast to be his sad denial. Others argue that his messages contain references to finding a way to reach her and bring her home. They believe she disappeared under unusual circumstances, possibly abducted, and the boy who loved her is on a never-ending quest to bring her home. Where the truth lies, only the mysterious broadcaster knows for sure.

Through the years, the calls continued on an almost perfect consistency. On occasion, the broadcast would disappear for two or three days, though listeners close to downtown would report to still be receiving a distant and highly garbled transmission. Following these hiatus, Me would return to the airwaves once more with a renewed sadness and desperation in his plea for a return or the simplest of signs. Several times, longer disappearances of one or two weeks would occur locally but in almost all cases, reports would come in from the Los Angeles and New York City areas, confirming that he was continuing his nightly calls while out of town.

The mystery deepened still further this last August when the calls came to an abrupt end. Early on the morning of August 20, Me sent the following broadcast, recorded and transcribed by a local member of the Listeners of Eleven:

Hey L, its Me. Today is day 7,951. I had the nightmare again, but I noticed something new. It's been staring me in the face since that night but I never put it together. I have to work it out, but I think it might be the answer. If I'm right pause If I'm right, there just might be a chance to reach you.

The broadcast ended there, neglecting the usual plea for a sign. That evening, the usual 7:00 broadcast was not sent; nor has any broadcast been sent since. It has now been almost two months since the world has heard from Me, and all the regular listeners can do is tune-in, wait and speculate. The cynics believe he met an untimely end, either by accident or by his own hand. The majority theory, fueled by hopeless romantics, like to believe that he succeeded in his quest and has been reunited with his long-lost love.

Myself, I like to count myself among the romantics and believe they have been reunited are catching on on lost years. So, to the mysterious Me and his love L, I wish you all the best and extend an offer. When you have caught up your missing decades, the world would love to know your story. Until then, we will wait patiently by our radios, and take a listen on channel 11.