My mail, that is… the temp agency that employs me must have missed the postman, and there was no paycheck in my mailbox. Well there went some of my plans for this weekend… Is it too early to start drinking? (Oh well. At least they didn’t forget I had cancelled my direct deposit and put the thing in my overdrawn bank account, where it would have vanished like a liberal’s tolerance upon seeing Sarah Palin on tv…)
Well, I am still driving to the beach tomorrow. I have enough money for that at least. I don’t plan to do anything much, just sit on the sand and stare at the water, eat a bagged lunch, and then drive back home. I just need some away time.
One more thing: lately I have become fascinated by the idea of moving to St. Louis. I’m not sure why — it has a lot of history, it’s in the middle of everything, it’s in “flyover country.” And this passage in the Wikipedia moved me: “St. Louis has four distinct seasons.” I don’t know, I’m sick of Florida and I want something different. Can any of my readers who have been to/lived in St. Louis tell me anything about it? If I do decide to move, I’ll sell just about everything I own first — I’m not moving furniture ever again.
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September 20th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Be very, very careful to distinguish St. Louis from East St. Louis.
September 20th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
You will be astounded, as you prepare to merge with another lane or 3, that the guy to your right is signaling to let you go in front of him. In downtown St.Louis, which LOOKS like dangerous freeway country, I have NEVER had a problem getting from one lane to another. Good people. You’ll never want to come east of the Mississippi again…you lucky thing!
September 20th, 2008 at 7:12 pm
You mean there are parts of the world where you can change lanes without people trying to run you off the road? Why tonight as I was coming back from the grocery store I nearly got run off the road by some friggin’ cops. I am so over Florida.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:16 pm
Oh AOG — I’m good at telling cities that are right next to each other but actually in different districts apart. It comes from growing up in South Florida. I’m always having to correct people who say they used to live “in Miami” but it turned out they lived in Ft. Lauderdale. The two cities may merge imperceptibly into one another to the non-native eye, but I can tell you they are two very different places, as well as being in two very different counties. (Also, they are actually separated from one another by Hallandale, Hollywood, Dania…. but from space the entire area looks like one giant mass of metropolis.)
September 20th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
You’ll have this same issue with St Louis and St Louis County, which have been two separate entities for more than a century now.
That said, it’s obviously not much of an issue, and I admit to a certain fondness for the town, perhaps a bit less for the suburban expanses in the county. The city population (around 350,000) is about half black, half white. The weather is, of course, un-Florida-like.
September 21st, 2008 at 9:38 pm
It’s possible my one experience driving in StL traffic was exceptional, because I was (1) driving a large vehicle loaded to the gills with Stuff™, in convoy with my wife, whose much smaller vehicle was likewise loaded to the much lower gills with Stuff™, and we didn’t actually pass through more than a corner of StL proper — but I found driving in that area to be one of the most nerve-wracking parts of that trip, at least until we got to Atlanta. Nashville was pretty bad too, but a distant third.
I had never driven in Atlanta before that trip. Maybe if I had the StL experience might have been less exhausting.
September 21st, 2008 at 9:49 pm
Atlanta’s pretty bad. Though it’s not a patch on Miami. Well, actually, any part of Florida that can be driven on is insane. Then again, when I was driving this car of mine back from North Carolina to my home, I thought they should rename North Carolina from “the Tarheel State” to “the Assrider State.”
September 24th, 2008 at 7:12 pm
You could always migrate to Western Australia, Andrea. Not much in the way of seasons, but plenty of jobs. Now that’d be an adventure, hey?