Note: This is the third of a three-part “mini-series” of posts. The first two parts are here and here, but if you’d like you can start right in with this one. The St. Louis Who concert announcement may have been the worst-kept secret in the world. By the time they actually went public, in...
“I’ve got to move with the fashions, or be outcast…” The story of our WHO weekend in 1980 continues. Episode 1 is here. After our adventure in Columbia, Geoff and I rode the bus back to St. Louis on Monday, arriving mid-afternoon at the downtown bus station. I showed him around a bit; I...
Preface: Maybe I have a strong internal calendar. I seem to remember a lot of key dates in my life ; I remember way more birthdays than I have a right to; and if I hear it’s the anniversary of something or other, it always seems to be more interesting to me than to...
Here are a couple more pictures I liked from my walk across the river the other day. (As always, click on the thumbnail for a larger view.) First, as you see above, a panorama of the St. Louis Skyline from across the river. The overlook at Malcolm W. Martin Park is a little back...
April 20 was the day I’d been waiting for for months. Warm, but not too warm. Plenty of sunshine. Not a terribly busy day at work. And the trees are greening up nicely, filling out enough so that, from a distance, they look pretty darn summery. I took my camera to work. And at...
In 1998, I ran for alderman in my town of Rock Hill, Mo. Surprised the heck out of myself, because it’s not really something I ever imagined I’d do. But our neighborhood had had some issues with the city government, and although the particular issues were mostly cleared up, the process had exposed some...
It was 30 years ago this spring that music–both my own and the world’s at large–got an incredible jolt. The Clash album London Calling was released in England in December of 1979, and in the U.S. in January 1980. Normally I’m not an “early adopter” of new music, but thanks to my good friend...
Formula 1 racing may be the best show in motorsports that nobody knows about. It seems that way in the U.S., anyway, where the media coverage is NASCAR NASCAR NASCAR IndyCar NASCAR NASCAR. But give me a choice between oval racing and road racing, and I’ll take the twists and turns of a road...
Stretched out in front of us was a ribbon of muck, sprinkled liberally with puddles of water. Our shoes, when we’d pull them up out of the mud, made a sucking sound that would make Ross Perot proud. “This,” the starter told us,” is the best-groomed part of the course.” And he wasn’t kidding....
David Gray was in town last night, for a concert at the Touhill Center at UMSL. We saw him about nine years ago, on the White Ladder Tour, and I don’t think he’d been to St. Louis since then. He was great then, and even better this time. It was my first time at...
