The Spirit of St. Louis
Visited St. Louis yesterday. Let's recap (apologies, True.)
Ok...Midwestern city; major industry/corporation, a brewery; downtown bordered by a fine Jesuit institution of higher learning; a dirty river; nice new ballpark for team that plays in the NL Central.
I forgot one other thing: big silver semi-circle kinda sorta thing down by the m-i-double s-i, double s-i, double s-i.
Just like Staten Island is "Brooklyn with trash," St. Louis is Milwaukee with a big arch-type thing.
Rode up to the top of the arch thingamajig. It's 600+ feet up and accessible by a tram kinda sorta thing.(tram kinda sorta thing = un-air conditioned shoebox with five close-together, uncomfortable seats that takes all sorts of herky-jerky action to get to the top in about five excrutiating minutes that, if you weren't claustrophobic prior to, you were post-haste...)
(holy run-on sentence, Batman)
So that was that. The St. Louis Gateway Arch. Off the list. And one-time deal.
After sleeping for about 12 minutes last night, I woke up and walked to catch a very efficient and clean form of public transportation called Metrolink. The train took me from the area around new Busch Stadium to Lambert-St. Louis International airport.
In all, the city requires a return visit. Maybe even for a Cards game. If it's anything like Kansas City, which is only a little more than two hours down I-70, then me and the bbq ribs need to have a mafia-style sit-down.
Ok, that's all for today. Tedy Bruschi's back.