Unfiltered rants about St. Louis city truths.
Dear kids of varying ages, School is back. Like the grass that grows underneath your feet in the backyard, every summer ensures the eventual return of school. It’s a part of life and growth… or so I was told decades ago. But with every school yard, there lies another battle. If only the books were … More South City Confessions: Advice for kids as school returns
I wore a mask for 14 months. Everywhere. The gym, restaurants for takeout, movie theaters that were actually open, and just about anywhere. I hated it, but did so for the sake of my family and many other families. But that really sounds and even rides off like the tongue like a pile of shit. … More South City Confessions: Masking up or not shouldn’t be a declaration of war between people
Jake Hossin used to give me a hard time-but eventually, we became friends. I hope he doesn’t take offense in the first few sentences of this post, and while I wouldn’t be surprised if he parachuted out, I would implore him-and you-to stick around. This is good. We both went to Brentwood High School around … More South City Confessions: Friendships found in odd places can teach you the most
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. That was his thing. He didn’t make a lot of money doing it. But he did receive a paycheck for doing something he loved. Isn’t … More South City Confessions: Getting paid to do what you LOVE is the dream
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 understand the impact of stop lights. You know, the big traffic posts flashing different colors at the big intersections? Yeah, that one. Pay attention. Why … More South City Confessions: Please stop running red lights!
No, I am not going to write Ryan Gosling’s biography. … More South City Confessions: My 2021 writing goal is…
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 about the rest. All it’s doing is causing massive internal agony that is just being placed on the really important stuff. It’s why people have … More 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 the old ballpark. Old as in Busch Stadium 2.0, the outdated model that sat across the street and contained thousands of vivid memories for me. … More 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 these days. There’s still a need out there for commentary, even if it’s not that interesting. People will suck in as much Huff Post, Esquire, … More 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 avoid a hangover. The superficial idea of it all always alluded me, so I would do my partying at home or some friend’s house. That … More South City Confessions: Find your own good time in a Covid-stricken world
