Home of the Rough Riders

If you've ever been to Mt. Rushmore, or looked at a photo of it, you're probably familiar with the large-than-life face of one President Theodore Roosevelt. Many historians agree that Roosevelt was a spirited personality recognized just as much for his political prowess as his sense of adventure. It's no wonder then that schools all across the United States are named in tribute to this great man. In fact, right here in St. Louis City, on the corner of Compton and Hartford, we have our own Roosevelt High School. And, as it would happen, I now teach there. In case you'd like to know what--I teach World History to Sophmores (and Juniors, and Seniors, and who ever else couldn't pass it the first time around).

The Hills Are Alive........

Our latest walk took us to The Hills--as in the St. Louis Hills neighborhood (not to be confused with "The Hill"). I'd never explored The Hills before but was looking forward to a decent cardio workout. Unfortunately, The Hills have very few hills. Although the workout was slightly disappointing, the neighborhood was nice, quiet, and very, believe it or not, suburban. You might be thinking, "Suburban"?
Yes, suburban. In fact, the only thing missing from The Hills 'Hood was it's own Olive Garden. Of course, I'm exaggerating (but not too much). We also walked through St. Francis Park. The Park was a hub of activity in the neighborhood. There were lots of walkers, joggers, and strollers. The best part though was the mosiac encrusted chairs that flanked the pool in the center of the park.

Everything is Normal

Willa and I spent the weekend with my sister, Tracy, and her family who live in Normal, IL. Our visit to Normal was normal--we shopped (Von Maur, Baby Bug a Boo, Oh, Baby) and we ate (Pot Belly's, Bennigan's). We also talked, played with the kids, and slept. You'll have to take me at my word since I forgot the camera.

Holy Sisters of St. Joseph

A few weeks ago Dona suggested a walk to Bellerive Park which is located on the Southside of St. Louis City along the upper banks of the Mississippi River. For some reason I couldn't go and as disappointed as I was at the time I was so much more when I heard the sordid little details of her trip southward. Here's a bone: our local prostitutes don't look anything like Julia Roberts. As it would turn out, I got my chance to see Bellerive Park and its surrounds first hand today. Dona, Bill, and I walked from South Grand, to Bates, to Bellerive. As expected, the park provided some very scenic views of the Missisippi River and some not so subtle reminders of our ties to the economy of the river.

On a seedier note, Bellerive Park used to have the reputation of being a pickup spot for some entertainment of the adult variety. The local alderman has taken credit for cleaning up the park but you may not know it by the looks of the locals we saw hanging out. Surprisingly enough, the action, or lack of it, at Bellerive takes place right down the hill from the convent of the Sisters of St. Joseph which is definitely worth checking out. It has very interesting history, architecture, iconography, and landscaping. And, of course, the views of the Mississippi are stunning (some might say inspirational).