One Guy's Guide to St. Louis

St. Louis can be tough nut to crack. Ask anyone who has spent some time in a downtown hotel without a Cardinals game to attend and nary a 31...

This here blog is a one man operation. It's just me. I've got no editor, research department or fact checkers. I'd imagine this ...

My grade school music teacher was an older lady who dyed her hair the same shade as her black Lincoln Mark VII. A car that, to 9-year-old me...

Some things in life can not be duplicated. They are created as if through magic and plopped into reality. Still dripping with inspiration.  ...

When I really knew-- when I was sure of it-- was when she asked me if I wanted onions and cilantro. It was the way she asked. She was singi...

I like history but I've never wanted to be an archeologist. I prefer artifacts that you don't have to extricate from the soil with a...

There are so many things to love about St. Louis that once you start noticing them religiously it gets time consuming. I love that St. Lou...

Mike Talayna's Jukebox on Hampton is a sick Karaoke Bar. It's not cheap, the staff isn't always so friendly, and the crowd can b...

Ghost Town. A pair of words that set my young imagination on fire. The same thing happened the first time I heard the words Motor Bike. And ...

I don't think one can overstate the importance of recognizing a good spot when you see one. When you know the perfect place to do someth...

For four school years I lived in our Nation's Capital. Its the only other place I've ever lived. I needed to prove that St. Louis w...

We sometimes forget that St. Louis used to be one of the biggest cities in the country. It was San Francisco. The new edge of the country. A...