I’m the dummy that spent good money trademarking the phrase, “St. Joseph, Missouri – Tenderloin Capital of the World!” Admittedly, a blatant, tourism come-on, I mainly did it because nobody else was.
Like so many of my brainstorms, I didn’t know what I was getting into.
My interest in steam locomotives goes back to my childhood in the late 60’s. Now my sights are set on 5614 and at least restoring her to the condition she was in when donated to Saint Joseph.
Because Saint Joseph’s history is steeped in CB&Q history and in the American railroading, the value of this locomotives’ contribution to local and state history can not be under-scored enough, and warrants it being restored to its former glory.
Somewhere around ten or twelve, it became my job to put up my grandmother’s Christmas trees. She had three. One in each of her second story picture windows, and a third, downstairs in her beauty salon on St. Joe Avenue.
There was a big, fake one, a smaller fake one, and the fakiest of all, the aluminum with the colored light wheel. She rotated them around from year to year.
But one constant was her Character Dolls. One of her customers made them. Fairy tale icons mostly. Robin Hood’s in there. So is Bo Peep. And the Jolly Green Giant for some reason.
I value my sewer connection. Let me be clear on that!
I think sanitation is what separates us from the lesser beasts. (Though some are certainly separated further than others.)
But modern sanitation ain’t a walk in the park.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to go back to those halcyon days, when you could just dump your waste in the river? Arrogantly thumbing our noses at anybody downstream, and blessedly ignorant of anybody above.
But these days, we handle our s*** differently.
We used to dance. Most people did.
Dancing cut across all divisions and divides. Young, old. North, south. Regardless of color or station. Rich folks danced in palaces, built for the purpose. Po’ folks danced when they had nothing else.
But, one of the things I never thought I’d see in my lifetime, is the slow demise of dancing.
“It’s got to be here,” I muttered while circling the school and office supply section of Wal-Mart. “Surely they still make White Out,” I said, looking at the array of pens and markers for the umpteenth time. Then, my gaze fell on packages of brightly colored pencils and erasers. Yes! This could be it!
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I myself have a tendency to think that if leggings were really pants they would call them pants, but there are so many people that wear them now, as pants, I have become confused (more so than usual). Has it become socially acceptable to wear, out in public, leg coverings that are really a just thick cousin of panty hose and call them pants? Perhaps…
So, Julie and I did some planning, completed a memorandum of understanding, and in a couple of days, the inventory was transferred into the former library at the Senior Center and readied for public display.
When visitors walk in, they say: “Is this your collection, it must have taken you many years to accumulate?” My response is: “Yes, it’s been my passion, but I am not a collector…, I am a “connector…