When I last bicycled in the park, earlier this month. It was a warm windy day. Even with the day’s balmy temperatures, the ice rink was still doing a land-office business. At least the ice wasn’t slushy. This was a travel day. We headed up north to the land of fire and ice, where the cold wind blows. Guess what we found there? Well, we left more of a winter wonderland than we found. we got just an inch or two in Saint Louis and that of wet sticky variety coating every limb and leaf, turning our launch into a trip to a snowy fantasy, but not touching an inch of pavement. But then, neither did any of the wild turkeys, by the side of the highway. Except for the worse leg, through Indianapolis, which Anne drove, I did the rest. I got no support from the backseat late-night crowd, because of too much partying. Still, we made it in regular order, so, I shouldn’t complain too much. Bubs and Harry welcomed us into their home. We’re expecting more snow for Christmas, so let’s make it a merry one for all. I wish you all a Happy Christmas. In the Jane Eyre based play that we just saw every one wished each other a Happy Christmas instead of the more contemporary Merry Christmas. Could this be a middle ground in the war on Christmas? Anyway, I wish you and yours a Happy Holidays.
“They just won’t go away”, said FOX announcer, Joe Buck, of the Saint Louis Cardinals, after they had tied Game 6 of the 2011 World Series, for the second time. That game that series was a highpoint in recent Saint Louis history. I think that the same can now be said of this year’s Ferguson protests. We spoke with, actually listened to at length, to a black man that we have known since he was a boy. Dave and he have been friends for most of their lives. He is currently actively involved in the #Ferguson movement on multiple levels. He contributes both as an organizer and as a medic. As an organizer he seems keenly aware of the movement’s protest strategy and nonviolent goals and as a medic, he has been an eyewitness to this last week’s most violent confrontations. His recount of these confrontations are different from what we have seen in the media. He has always impressed me with his caring nature. I guess that is what has drawn him to this struggle, he cares. In his telling, he reminded me of a 60s Freedom Rider. His halting, deadpan explanations of events added a veracity, a sincerity to his telling that spoke truth. Joe Buck ended that Game 6 broadcast with his father’s statement, “We’ll see you tomorrow!” Yes we will, yes we will.
It was really more of a cake-ride, instead of a cake-walk. Sunday was an absolutely gorgeous day here in Saint Louis. So, Anne and I threw are respective legs over our bikes and headed out at the crack of noon. Our bicycle ride soon morphed in to a scavenger hunt for cakes. Let me explain a bit. Saint Louis is celebrating its 250th anniversary this year. As part of this year-long celebration 250 of these brightly painted birthday cakes are planned. I think that over 200 of them have already been placed. This whole project is cutely titled, “Cake-way to the West”, a play on the city’s claim of being the gateway to the west. With these first dozen cakes, we have only scratched the surface. The park was so full people that at times it was difficult to get around in it. In one crowded section I nearly didn’t get unclipped in time and almost went down with the ship. Consequently, we didn’t see the zoo’s cake or a couple of other ones near the park. With this first really spring like day, it is clear that winter is receding fast and warmer weather lies ahead. In the warmer days to come, there will be plenty of time to hunt for the remaining cakes.