My grandfather was a writer for a small newspaper in St. Louis. Sitting at the northwest corner of Hampton and Pernod, Lawrence Bulus pumped out columns about fishing and wildlife. … Continue reading South City Confessions: Getting paid to do what you LOVE is the dream
Unfiltered rants about St. Louis city truths.
Stop running red lights. If there is one annual grievance I have with drivers in general is that they seemingly can’t be stopped. As in, they don’t care for or … Continue reading South City Confessions: Please stop running red lights!
No, I am not going to write Ryan Gosling’s biography.
Forget about it. While it’s an iconic movie line to most, it’s actually great advice to yourself just about every day. Fuggedaboutit! Basically, control what you can, and stop worrying … Continue reading South City Confessions: Stop worrying about what you can’t control in life
Troy Siade died too young. He was the kind of the guy who came into a dark room and provided instant electricity. A guiding light for a slow day at … Continue reading South City Confessions: The one heroic deed that the St. Louis Cardinals did for the Manual Scoreboard crew
No one cares about writers anymore. I mean, not really. Let’s pour a bourbon and wax poetically about the dying breed of scribes. It’s not like minds aren’t reading articles … Continue reading South City Confessions: Are writers becoming a dying breed?
I never was a big fan of going out. Why use all that effort, I thought? Pay for overpriced drinks, dance until you stink, and then eat B-grade food to … Continue reading South City Confessions: Find your own good time in a Covid-stricken world
“So much violence.” The ageless words of Kevin Costner’s Elliott Ness in Brian De Palma’s “The Untouchables” couldn’t have been more right today. I am talking about St. Louis, a … Continue reading South City Confessions, Volume #20: My simple plan for a better future involves voting with more accountability
“You’ll understand when you’re older.” Everyone has heard this line at one time or another. It wasn’t just my old man that recited those thought-provoking words; every other household had … Continue reading South City Confessions: Being a good dad is the hardest yet most rewarding job on Earth
The first thing I remember is that I couldn’t stop sweating and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. There’s nothing worse than trying to get too much of a workout in … Continue reading South City Confessions: That one time I overheated on a run
We’re all going to die. As a wise person once said, none of us are making it out of here alive. Those are just the facts, but it’s all a … Continue reading South City Confessions: Living with high blood pressure and heart attacks in the family
Some people say lightning can strike twice for certain people when it comes to love, but my wife is the only lightning I need. Please allow me to dot on … Continue reading South City Confessions: My wife is all the lightning I need