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We’ve crossed out of Illinois into Missouri. Our dear iPhone assistant, Siri, is confused. She is calling out streets that do not exist. She is panicked. We’ve gone the wrong way! “Turn around! Abort! Abort! We’re losing power!” Or some such. But all is well. We can roll with analog from here. It is difficult to miss the looming and iconic structure of the St. Louis Arch. It is also difficult for me to enter St. Louis and not have bits and pieces of that ribald song from 1904 sounding off in my head:
Meet Me In St. Louis, Louie
(Pronunciation guide! Louis is pronounced as Louie)
 
V.1 When Louis came home to the flat
He hung up his coat and his hat
He gazed all around
But no wifey he found
So he said, “Where can Flossie be at?”
A note on the table he spied
He read it just once, then he cried
It ran, “Louis, dear,”
“It’s too slow for me here,”
“So I think I will go for a ride…”
Chorus
Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the Fair
Don’t tell me the lights are shining
Anyplace but there
We will dance the “Hoochie-Koochie”
I will be your “Tootsie-Wootsie”
If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
 
The song was written in limerick style, so I suppose I can make some claim to it with my Irish roots. By verse 5, poor old Flossie gets taken in by a ne’er-do-well. Something happens in a church with a bank robber rejecting the faith in verse 7. It truly goes off the rails. The lyrics, written by Andrew B. Sterling with music by Kerry Mills celebrates the Louisiana Purchase Exposition, also known as the St. Louis World’s Fair.  
 
One more day and we’ll be winging it home. A Civil War Museum and other peaceful tourist sights are on today’s itinerary. I’m not sure if we’ll get around to dancing the Hoochie-Koochie but the day is young.
 
As I mentioned yesterday, I am a downstater. I grew up with more of an affinity to St. Louis than Chicago. The latter was scary big. St. Louis was homey and home to my beloved St. Louis Cardinals. The very first ball game I can recall going to was in the old Bush Stadium also known then as Sportsman’s Park. I can remember the future Hall of Famer, Lou Brock, trotting out to left field. It was the springtime of his long career. Before kids sang, “ I Wanna Be Like Mike”, I was an early adopter and wanted to be like Lou. Never mind the fact that he was African-American and left-handed and I was of Celtic hue and right-handed. Didn’t matter.
 
That stadium would be torn down to make way for Busch Stadium II. It opened about the same time that the St. Louis Arch opened. We visited both in 1967, the year that the ride to the top of the Arch began operations. We rode it. It was like climbing into a clothes dryer with five little seats and all the occupants sitting knee to knee. We rode it again this go round. Not much had changed in those 50 years between rides. It took about four minutes to ascend the 630 feet. I was sitting next to a Girl Scout Leader who was absolutely terrified. The little Girl Scouts were not. They jabbered the entire way up. I told the leader, whose head was bowed over as if in fervent prayer (or something more ominous) to just rub one of her wrists. She did. It was fake medicine on my part but it did the trick. She rubbed them until they were almost smoking and thanked me at the top. We all peered out of the little windows for about 20 minutes with one set overlooking the city and the other the mighty Mississippi. (I spelled that without spell-check by the way. I learned it from a song my mom used to sing about Steamboat Billy Boy. Next time you see me I’ll be glad to belt it out for you. I never learned a song about Massachusetts, thus, sp.check).
 
It is hard to believe that Busch Stadium II was knocked down in 2005 and has been replaced by yet another Busch Stadium – the III – I suppose. I could see it from the Arch as the sun set. The Cardinals were out of town so it sat empty and dark and a little sad.
 
The Arch was built with the theme, “Gateway To The West.” That certainly proved true for me. In 1979, I set out for Durango, Colorado in my Ford Torino with the Landau roof. It was bean dip in color. I was no less excited for my new adventure than Lewis and Clark of old. I just got there faster. And tomorrow, if all goes well with United Airlines and temperamental Colorado weather,  I will get there faster yet. ~Blessings, CJ