Well, I might have been a bit braggadocious yesterday with my boasting about readiness for Cycle Zydeco. We’ll do fine on the first day, but the second…
Sunday, we did an easy ride over to Forest Park and viewed the Easter car show. We started on the upper Muny lot, with the original contest of elegance show. We quickly hooked up with Ron, who was showing his Ford Model T.
Ron is one of the original ‘ons as Dave use to called them, my bike buddies at the time. One of them would call, he would answer and my message would be that one of the ‘ons had called. Don and John were the two other legs of this triad. Dave coined their nickname. When I got home, I would always ask him if anyone had called? He invariably answered, “Oh, one of the ‘ons called.” He does much better now, as the then contemporary voice on our message machine.
Anyway, we had a good long chat. I promised to arrange a luncheon next month, with as many of the ‘ons who can attend. It was getting hot and we bade farewell to Ron for the present. We did a cursory tour of the upper lot, before heading downhill to the lower Muny lot or as Ron called it the junkyard. The lower lot is the home of the second car show, where modified cars are displayed. I find them interesting too. It was getting late by then and many of the cars had left or were leaving. We decided to also skate.
Ron’s 1930 A, the model that he learn to drive on, doesn’t bare any Dodge brothers marking, like the pictured 1916 Dodge emblem does. The wheel hubs of the Ford model T does though. In the early 1900s the Dodge brothers started out as subcontractors to Henry Ford, who they hated. He was a notorious anti-Semite and in order to get back at him they adopted a variation on the Jewish star as their logo, just to taunt him.
I’ve mentioned before the little mystery of Forest Park Boathouse pedal boats appearing in the police pasture, on the south side of the park. At first there were only three of them and I could convince myself that they had been repurposed as horse troughs. Now, there are almost a dozen, plus a purpose-built horse trough was already there. In light of this deepening mystery, our only recourse was to head to its source. Near the end of our ride on Saturday, we headed over to the boathouse for a late lunch. While waiting for our table the mystery was solved, when we spied the new blue boats along the side of the venerable green ones that are being put out to pasture, sort-of-speak.
Cycle Zydeco is less than two-weeks away. Our bicycle training is beginning to feel like it is having an effect. We both feel stronger on the bike now. It is with some trepidation though that we hear the news from Louisiana. Last week’s church burnings have given way to this weekend’s deadly storms. Still, we will be accompanied by Saint Louis friends and this event appears well-organized.
I’ll leave you with another mystery story that was in yesterday’s paper. It comes from Oregon. There Police responded, guns drawn to a report of home invasion. Exercising restraint, while still under extreme duress, they faced an unknown danger behind a locked bathroom door. The suspect rejected repeated demands to surrender. Defiantly choosing to respond with “banging and rustling” noises. It was unclear if a hostage was involved. Even with three officers already on the scene, backup was called for. A detective and two canine officers responded from the nearby Beaverton Police Department. Repeated calls elicited no more response than the same banging and rustling, “Like a loud thud, thud, thud on glass.” Finally, after exhausting all avenues of negotiation, the moment came to bust down the door. There they encountered a most dastardly villain, a Roomba robotic vacuum cleaner. “Book ’em, Danno.”
Anne posing in the Park
Japanese Cherry Blossoms
We sloughed off after the weekend, but got back on the bikes. We had been contemplating revisiting Madison County in Illinois, but people up north are having some sort of bomb cyclone that is dragging high winds across the bare corn fields here. Instead, we let discretion choose the better part of valor. We opted for a city ride. Wind wasn’t the only deciding factor though, news reports said that the gardens had extended their hours, because its Japanese garden’s cherry blossoms had peaked. It wasn’t only just there. Our neighborhood trees are flowering, the park is flowering and as anyone with hay fever would tell you, the whole city has blossomed.
It was the perfect spring day. We launched in the morning with just a hint of winter’s chill still remaining in the air. By the time that we recovered, after the day had warmed, there was enough heat to further hint at summer. Spring in Saint Louis has always seemed to teeter on a fulcrum, one day being winter and the next summer. If this year be true to form, then this is that day when it flips.
We headed out into a headwind, passing through the park. Anne chose to pose beneath some flowering cherries. I especially love the petal grout between the tiles. We toured Tower Grove Park and then lunched on South Grand. This being a weekday, we were able to get in at the Vine, a middle eastern flavored restaurant, probably halal too. We had been shutout last weekend, because it was so popular. The food was great. Afterwards, we swung by the gardens just to see those cherry blossoms.
Sped by a tailwind, we hurried home. An I-44 overpass on Tower Grove Ave. that is under construction, bottlenecked our route and we had to suffer truly deafening noise as we traversed it. We have been experimenting with alternative ways around Tower Grove Ave. On our return we discovered a vast swath, 15 acres, of Forest Park Southeast that is undergoing immediate gentrification. I may be blind, but I just woke to this change on this ride. This traditionally black neighborhood that was just honored this month with the naming of Bob Gibson Way in also undergoing wholesale slaughter. We heard about the 15 acres from a construction worker. It is a Wash U development. It’s not surprising. This low rent neighborhood is sandwiched between the Grove and the all-consuming Wash U / SLU central corridor and enjoys the last un-redeveloped park access.
Bob Hauck and His Floral Arrangement
Titan, Markus Lüpertz, 1986
While Anne was at school, I walked to the art museum and attended their Art in Bloom show. In this show, florists arrange their bouquets to mimic artworks in the museum’s permanent collection. Pictured is Bob Hauck’s arrangement that is based on the sculpture Titan. Using black calla lilies, he won best in show. The following is the museum’s synopsis of the underlying Lüpertz sculpture:
A monumental bronze figure stands with feet firmly planted, one arm raised while the other extends straight ahead. Markus Lüpertz modeled the pose of Titan after an ancient Greek sculpture of the god Zeus who is preparing to throw a lightning bolt. According to Greek mythology, Zeus led the Olympians to victory over the Titans, older deities, in a ten-year battle for control of the world. In contrast to the balanced proportions and smooth surface of the original sculpture, this work has roughly formed features and a craggy texture that expresses the brute strength of the Titans. Lüpertz painted a leg and arm green, creating the appearance of an ancient patina that reinforces his references to classical art and mythology.
This opening was crowded, what with the presence of the florists. Anne called while I was viewing all this. I had forgotten that she was only working a half day. She ended up getting a walk in too, on her way home from school.
The weather yesterday was fantastic, which is good, since today’s forecast goes back to regular winter humbug. Anne and I got out on our bikes again and rode around the park. The bike path was a little drier than Wednesday and it was definitely warmer, what with a high in the sixties. Anne got to wear her new ¾ length tights. A strong south wind was the cause of this warmth and it was also the cause of more exertion on our part, giving us strong headwinds to battle.
This fancy new signage is at the Wells Drive entrance, just off Skinker. I’m glad that it is finished, because it was more than a year in construction. The work site caused a minor detour of the bike path. It looks nice, except that the spacing on the letters is a little funky. While I was lining up this shot, a guy walked into the frame. I thought that he was going to photo-bomb my picture, but he sat down on the benches that are on the other side of the wall.
This is the latest addition to the new signage that has been placed throughout the park. Hundreds of directional maps now make it easier for visitors to figure out where they are and where they want to go. There’s nary a straight road in the park and it is easy for people unfamiliar with it to get lost.
Forest Park Forever, a charity dedicated to park upkeep has shouldered most of the responsibility for doing park maintenance and improvements. On this day, like most days, they have more workers in the park than the city has. The city couldn’t afford to maintain Forest Park and had allowed it to fall into disrepair. Forest Park Forever had a crew out that was managing the savanna around Deer Lake, when we rode by. They were raking the forest. Anne had to laugh. This organization’s work has truly brought back this once decaying gem.
Before the 1904 World’s Fair the park’s land was known as Skinker’s swamp. There’s a reference to this in the movie, Meet Me in St. Louis. Speaking of which, we saw the new Loop trolley entering the park at the History museum. Clang, clang, clang went the trolley!