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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

My adventures to Klondike County Park and Weldon Springs Conservation Area

(Note: With the lone exception of the pic of the B.O.B Bicycle trailer, all the photography in this blog are my own pics - taken with a cheap camera that I paid $179 for on a clearance sale at OfficeMax in 2007!)

Once a touring cyclist, always a touring cyclist at heart!



Most of us experience the world at a much faster pace:  By car or other mechanized form or transportation.  When I bicycle or walk through an area that I normally motorize through, I have time to notice much greater detail in nature and the architecture of that area.  That can be both good or bad, depending on the area.  However, there are a *lot* of neighborhoods that I would NOT recommend moving slowly through! 


At the end of this article, you will find copious links for all information mentioned in this particular blog.
 
Round 'bout late Sept / early Oct, when the weather cools off at night a bit, but days are a comfortable 70 degrees, I feel an irrepressible urge  to tour the KATY Trail, and local bicycle trails as well. 

For 3 years in a row, I spent my vacation time on a bicycle tour.  All by myself, with no other bicyclists, guides, etc.  The first year, I bicycled the entire length of the KATY Trail and back home - 511 miles, with a bicycle loaded with panniers (luggage), and a one-wheel B.O.B trailer; 70 lbs. of camping and luggage, not counting the weight of the bicycle, trailer, panniers, etc.


My B.O.B (Beast-of-Burden!) trailer:



I included my fully loaded REI Novara Randonee touring bicycle (with Ortleib bags)  in this picture for perspective.   The size of the bluffs in this picture are relatively small compared to the bluffs a few miles down the trail, between Jefferson City and Booneville, MO, which are 3 times this height:





Keep in mind that I am blind in one eye, I have one arm that is 4" shorter than the other, and I have basically a "leg and a half".

The first 19 miles, there isn't much to see on the KATY Trail.  Before the trail reaches Klondike County Park, I approached the Weldon Springs Conservation Area. It is a beautiful place, and is the first of 2 places along the trail that nature has fought back to reclaim her beautiful wilderness.  Portions of the Weldon Spring Conservation Area were used by the Department of Army in the 1940's for TNT and DNT production and by the Atomic Energy Commission in the 1960's for uranium ore processing. The affected portions were all part of a federal environmental cleanup project and required to meet certain environmental health and safety standards. The area is now considered safe for all recreational pursuits allowed on the area, as well as the wildlife found within the area.  The trail passes immediately adjacent to a long stretch of bog / swamp / marsh. In the growing season, the view is both beautiful and surreal.

The other example of nature's resiliency is Klondike County Park, a short 10.4 miles from Weldon Springs Conservation Area. This park was once a quarry used to mine silica to make glass, at a factory located immediately across the Missouri River.  The sand, rocks, cliffs, etc, in this park are truly snow-white.  Another feature of this stone is that it can be crushed under foot, much like a sugar cube.  This park is a relatively new park, opening up in 2003.   






The other example of nature's resiliency is Klondike County Park, a short 10.4 miles from Weldon Springs Conservation Area. This park was once a quarry used to mine silica to make glass, at a factory located immediately across the Missouri River.  The sand, rocks, cliffs, etc, in this park are truly snow-white.  Another feature of this stone is that it can be crushed under foot, much like a sugar cube.  This park is a relatively new park, opening up in 2003.


Sunrise over the lake created in the quarry in  Klondike County Park


At this park, there is a convention center, 8 cabins that sleep 8 people each, basic and advanced camping sites, as well as hot showers and a camp kitchen.  Klondike County Park is known as "The Jewel of St. Charles County". On my way out and on my trip back home, I either camp there, or rent a cabin.
The Convention Center in Klondike County Park - great for weddings and wedding receptions


A rental cabin at Klondike County Park
The rental procedure for the cabins is somewhat drawn-out, but it is absolutely necessary in order to rent one of these cabins.  It is advisable for a renter to book one of these cabins as many MONTHS in advance as possible.

A quick, amateurish walk-through of a cabin, with a very cheap digital camera:



The day that you are planning to arrive at your cabin, the park ranger will call you and tell you your pass code to unlock the door of the cabin.  The cabins have power and lights, a ceiling fan, a private, small, separate bedroom that sleeps 4 people in bunk beds, a loft that sleeps 2, and a Futon that sleeps 2.  There is a picnic-style table inside, as well as a picnic table outside, and each cabin has it's own private fire pit.

These cabins do not have heat or air conditioning, and they do not have running water or toilet facilities.  Located within a 2 minute walk, is either a Biodegradable outhouse-style toilet (with marble counter tops and running water!), or a complete shelter house with modern toilet facilities, hot showers, and a camp kitchen.

Three miles west of  Klondike is Augusta, MO.  Augusta has the Trail Head Brewery, which is nice for a meal, snack, beer or cocktail before retreating back to Klondike County Park for the evening.   There are small villages and towns at regular intervals along the trail. It is the opinion of this writer that the real beauty of the KATY Trail really doesn't unfold until about 20 miles East of Columbia, MO, and then continues until just a few miles east of Sedalia, MO. From Sedalia, MO to Clinton,MO, which is the end of the trail (255 miles one way), the trail is basically flat and geographically relatively uninteresting.


The Columbia / Jefferson City / Rocheport, MO area on this trail is absolutely beautiful.  Most of this particular trail runs directly along the Missouri River, until Booneville, MO, and the trail branches off in a south-western direction, and away from the Missouri River


"KLONDIKE"
 - THE LEGENDARY WILD 'GHOST' GOAT!


(and former unofficial mascot of the park!)
Absolutely no trip to Klondike County Park is complete without a slow walk to the top of the huge hill behind the convention center.  The only way to the top of this look-out spot is to walk (or ride, if you are Superman!) up a steep, paved walkway.  About 2/3 up the hill is a large level area.  Evidence of the previous mining activity is apparent in this spot, and many other areas of the park, if you look carefully.  There are blast marks on the ground in this area.   A fence surrounds this area, to keep any nut jobs from falling over the edge.  There are a couple park benches, a picnic table, and a bio-outhouse in this area.  These outhouses have solar panels, they are ventilated, have self-contained running water for hand washing, feature granite counter tops, and have virtually no smell!  There are several throughout the park.



If we leave the beaten path that most visitors take, we can go up the hill a bit higher.  A certain distance up this hill, we will find a fenced off area.  Before a girl fell off this cliff (IDIOT!), we could walk to the very pinnacle of this cliff.  Ravens fly above, and I could see for miles.  The view is breathtaking. 


Before retiring to my tent on the first night of my stay in this park, I made my first trip up this hill to enjoy the view.  I usually planned on being at my destination for the evening just before sundown.  That allowed me time enough to enjoy my destination, relax a bit, and settle in for the evening.  That is where I differ from many cyclist.  With very few exceptions, when I set out to ride, I actually plan to go some place!  I had a destination every time I left the house.  I call it 'incentive'!


At the summit:  I have an uncanny sense of smell.  I won't go into details, but let's just say that I wish EVERYBODY would wash themselves before boarding public transportation!  Anywho.... I climbed to the outlook plateau on this huge hill, and I got a whiff of something rather strange.  It had a distinctive musky, sweaty, 'greasy' odor.  When I decided to look at my surroundings to see if I could determine the source of this odor, the 'source' was about 50 ft. from me - looking me dead in the eye.  He obviously saw me before I saw him!  **I** was invading his territory.  In his opinion, I was on his turf.  This creature was waist high, he had long, shaggy, dark gray coat, huge curly ram's horns that would make any St. Louis Rams fan envious, and this wise, aged look in his yellow slanted eyes.


The first time I ascended this hill was the last time I actually took my bicycle with me.  I rode half way up the hill in granny gear, and pushed the bicycle the rest of the way up the hill.  There are very few hills that I have ever tried to conquer that required me to dismount and PUSH the thing up the hill, but there have been a few instances where 'pushing' was necessary.  Two of the four hills that I have had to 'push' are in Klondike Park, the one of the other hills is in Augusta, MO (even though I have ridden up this hill many times without pushing), and the other time is in Holt's Summit, MO, just across the Missouri River outside Jefferson City, MO.   With each subsequent visit to this particular hill, I choose to leave all but one pannier and my BOB trailer at my campsite or in my cabin before visiting.  There is no real threat of theft in this park, but out of sheer habit, I would lock my bicycle at the base of the hill before climbing it on foot. 


Back to 'Klondike - The Mascot':


I was sitting on my fully loaded bicycle (with loaded bright read Ortlieb panniers and my bright yellow BOB trailer), about 50 ft. from this mean looking goat.  At the time, we probably weighed about the same, but my bicycle has drop handlebars, and with the trailer included, the additional gear made me look bigger and more menacing than HIM.  As a bluff, he started to snort, put his head down, and paw the ground in a mock attempt to threaten me.  When he realized that I truly wasn't going to run away, he turned and climbed a path that was almost vertical up a smaller hill.  This gave him the upper hand, because he was higher than me.  He turned and looked at me, as if to say, "OK - It's your turn! Show me what got!"  Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly got off my bicycle, and reached for my camera in my panniers.  I snapped a couple rather bad shots of him, but they did serve to prove that I was actually there, and that this huge mountain goat wasn't a figment of my imagination!


After I snapped the photo, 'Klondike' started pawing and snorting again.  Being a non-gambler, I decided to get the heck out of there and let him have his territory back.  I put my hands up as if to surrender, and I said, "OK, buddy - you can have it!  You won King of the Hill!", and I headed back down the hill on my bicycle!  What a way to warm up the brake pads!


(Fast forward 1 year)


When I returned the following year, I stayed at Klondike County Park twice more, one night on the way out (westward), and the other night upon my return (eastward).  On my way out, I did climb the 'mount' and I saw Mr. Klondike once more.  Upon my return 5 days later, I climbed the hill one last time, for the nostalgia of the event, and for one more breathtaking view before I returned to my cabin.  This time, I could SMELL him, but I couldn't see him.  Ferrel goats are good at rubbing themselves on trees, etc, to mark their territories with their scent.  There is nothing more eerie than knowing Mr. Klondike is close enough for me to SMELL him, but I couldn't see him.....and I knew very well that he could see me! 


(Fast forward 2 years)


During my last trek down the KATY Trail (a full tour, at any rate), I was a bit disenchanted.  Not only did the water main that ran to the park break the day before I arrived (and nobody called to tell me, or offer my $$ back!), but I climbed the hill one last time.  I couldn't see nor smell Klondike this time.  Even though his presence could leave a visitor somewhat uneasy, I was missing him, just the same.


Due to the water main break, there was no running water in the park at all during my last full tour of the Trail. (They have since rectified the situation by installing more than one water main, so that if one breaks, there will be a back up plan.)  To help ease the discomfort of not being able to take a shower for 2 days, the head park ranger came to my cabin to talk to me. She offered me a couple gallons of water so I would have something to drink, and to be able to brush my teeth and put my contacts in the next morning.  First, she attempted to yell at me for burning a fallen tree, but I explained to her that this particular tree had fallen in the woods 2 yrs. earlier, and that the previous tenants of the cabin had dragged it out of the woods and started burning it.  The park rules and regulations prohibit collecting and / or burning wood found in the park, itself.  The rules DO allow bringing in your own wood, as long as it is a native  Missouri species, to avoid the risk of introducing unwanted pests to the trees in the park.  Remember that this entire park was once a quarry, and only over the past few years has it been resilient enough to replenish vegetation.  There is a little general store in Augusta, just 3 miles down the trail, that sells firewood, and there is also a small Mom and Pop shop just a block away that sells wood to campers.  Those places where most visitors to the park buy their wood. 


Once the ranger was satisfied that I was not the culprit that committed said infraction (and that it was a weekday evening, and I was the only camper in the park!), she sat down on the steps of my cabin and started chatting with me.  I asked her "What happened to Klondike the Goat?"  She told me that he actually was not a figment of my imagination, and that for the past 5 years, they he has been their unofficial mascot.  However..... some flaming **IDIOT** started to feed him apples, and when the next person came along that did NOT have an apple, he or she got a head butt from this mammal missile that probably was not one to be reckoned with!  I supposed that if Klondike got pissed, he could knock a person a fair distance!


Could somebody please tell me?  What hellaciously stupid person would be **IDIOT** enough to approach a horribly smelly, obviously wild, HUGE animal with HUGE horns that looked like the devil himself, to offer him an apple?  Unfortunately, it was humans - imagine that! - that caused his demise.  If they would have left him well enough alone, there is a good chance that Klondike would still be the stuff that legends are made of, and he would still be the King of his territory.  The Park Ranger said that they had to set a humane, live trap, and capture poor old Klondike, and that a local farmer adopted him to live the rest of his days out happily on a farm.  I am hoping that the farmer put him in an enclosure by himself for a while, until he became adapted to other farm animals and the new humans in his life.  Although he made an impressive photograph, I hope they gave him a bath and a hair cut!  The moral of this particular part of the story:
1) I miss poor old Klondike.  This park is BEAUTIFUL, but there seems to be a palpable emptiness.
2) Humans can, indeed, be the dumbest animals!


THE NIGHT I HAD TO SLEEP WITH THE GYPSIES!


Good planning is essential when preparing for either a short one hour ride, a day ride, or for a bicycle vacation.  More often than not, I am literally out in the middle of nowhere. There are small towns scattered along most of the trail, but many of them have little to no services available to people using the Katy Trail. Since camping along the KATY Trail is strictly prohibited, a cyclist that is taking riding any real length of the trail MUST have plans for accommodations made in advance, and his planning must be such that he is at his evening destination before dusk hits the trail. You have to know "Where you are going to be, and when you are going to be there." Before I left home, I had camping reservations made for 2 nights (one going out, and one coming back) at Klondike County Park, 2 nights at a hotel in Sedalia, MO, and one night at this Hostel along the trail that is set aside specifically for KATY Trail users.


Anywho...I bought a "fairly good" book about the Katy trail.  The book lists each small (or larger!) town, and services or places of interest at each town or city. At Tebbets, MO, the book says there is a "Turner Katy Trail Shelter Hostel". This Hostel has all the heat / air, hot water, a functional kitchen, ping pong table, and sleeps 40, if necessary. This place would be a welcome respite for any weary Trail user.


I had planned on staying there at end of a day that I had just put in over 100 miles, with a leg-and-a-half, an arm-and-a-half, etc - and 70 lbs. of luggage. I stopped at the bar / restaurant across the street for some supper, and told the gentleman that I was planned on staying at the Hostel across the street.  Mind you, there are only 2 streets in this town - it is TINY! The gentleman didn't say anything to me about my stay. With the sun already setting in the west, I took my supper over to the 'house across the street', and attempted to open the door. It was LOCKED! At the time of this writing, they have rectified the situation, by having a key hidden outside the facility at all times! When I made this particular ride, unknown to ANYBODY, you had to make reservations well in advance. I was locked out - with the sun setting - and no place to sleep for the night! I knew that 12 miles on down the trail was Mokane, MO - another tiny town. This town had a general store, a church, and an auto repair shop - and that's about it. Population = 188!  The guide book and internet sources said that it is permissible to camp in the city park that immediately connects to the Trail, but you should call the mayor and let him know you are camping for the evening.  Remember - the sun was already setting, and I had another hour's ride (12 miles) on down the trail before I got to Mokane. I flew down that trail - not unlike the steam engines that frequented that trail years earlier!  When I pulled into Mokane, there was a group of people setting up a Carnival in the city park!  It was their yearly function!  Please keep in mind that any hotel / motel was many miles away, and the nearest person to "come and pick me up" was over 100 miles away. Self-sufficiency is the key when bicycling long distance on trails.


Back to the Gypsies....After 112 miles on a gravel-packed trail with 70 lbs of luggage, and 400 miles already under my belt, I was doing well - but I was tired and easily frustrated. At the end of my proverbial rope, I bicycled up a hill to the only church in town, and two ladies were outside trimming the bushes. I asked them, "Do you know anywhere I can pitch a tent for the night? Nobody will ever know I am there, and I will be gone on down the trail at the break of dawn."  After my story, the ladies realized my plight, and one of them sheepishly replied, "If you go down and talk to the gentlemen setting up the Carnival, I'm sure they will let you camp in one corner of the park for the night. Go ahead and talk to them - they're nice guys." It came down to this: I either had to literally hide in the bushes overnight, and hope a state park ranger (the KATY Trail is a state park!) didn't find me, or I could hide in the out-house type bathroom overnight, or I could go down and put myself at these gentlemen's mercy. I gathered up enough fortitude to ask them if I could pitch a tent, and they pointed to the FAR corner of the park, near a patch of forest that backed up immediately to the KATY Trail.


Throughout the ENTIRE night, I might have slept an hour, at most.  Even though I put in ear plugs, the woods at night is NOT quiet, and the partying didn't stop until probably 3:00 AM.  I made sure that when I needed to see something in the dark, I used the tiny light on my keychain to avoid attracting unwanted attention to myself! I had no running water, so I had to wear my glasses (instead of contacts!), and as soon as dawn broke, I had my gear packed, and I hit the trail. I bicycled as fast as I could to the next town with at least some type of running water in a gas station bathroom to make myself presentable!


I had enough of "Sleeping with the Gypsies"!


To date, the Tebbet's Turner Katy Trail Shelter / Hostel now keeps an available key on a pole outside the shelter, and the guy that owns Jim's Bar across the street also has access! Trust me when I tell you that the readily available access to this facility is a direct result of 'nasty grams' (e-mails) sent by myself, and probably countless other people who were caught in the same predicament! Would I ride it again (if I was physically capable?) You bet! I just don't want to sleep with the Gypsies again!


WESTWARD, HO (HO ? ! ?)

With a "it's better than not riding at all" mind set, many people, including myself these days, choose to drive to one of the KATY Trail's 29 trail heads that offer parking.  Most of the trail heads east of Jefferson City offer modern out-house style restroom facilities, and most of the trail heads west of Jefferson City offer restroom facilities with flush toilets, sinks and electricity.  Many of the western trail heads are adjacent to ranger stations.


The individuals who choose a day ride or an hourly ride from St. Charles, for example, will never know the beauty this trail holds in its western segments.  It is a 100 mile drive, for example, to drive to a Columbia, Rocheport or Jefferson City, MO trail head,  which is arguably the most beautiful area of the trail. Rocheport offers a ranger station, restrooms, parking, and a full restaurant right on the trail, as well as many other amenities.  Klondike County Park and Weldon Springs Conservation area notwithstanding, the trail between Easley and Sedalia is the most inspiring and beautiful section of this state park (The entire KATY Trail is considered a state park!)


I think it's already too late, but at the risk of writing my own trail guide, there is much to be written about side trips off the trail to the Washington, Herman, Jefferson City, Columbia and Rocheport, MO areas.  There are a few privately owned camping sites along the trail, especially in the Hartsburg - Wilton - Easley areas.  Follow one of the links at the bottom of this blog for information.  I will direct you to the KATY Trail main page.  Click on a town with the "lodging" symbol.  Information will be provided on that town's individual page. 


YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST CALL THESE ACCOMODATIONS TO VERIFY OPERATING HOURS AND AVAILABILITY AND FOR RESERVATIONS WELL **BEFORE** YOU EMBARK ON YOUR JOURNEY, AND CALL THE DAY BEFORE YOU ARE SCHEDULED TO STAY THAT NIGHT TO VERIFY RESERVATIONS!  NOT DOING SO MAY LEAVE YOU TO 'SLEEP WITH THE GYPSIES!" 


Even though you can find your own information by going to Bing.com, Altavista.com, Google.com, Dogpile.com, webcrawler.com, or any other web search engine,  as promised, I will provide some links for you.  If you do search for your own, search these terms:
"Klondike County Park"
"Weldon Spring Conservation Area"
"KATY Trail"
"(Any town's name along the trail)"


or these sites:


THE KATY TRAIL's HOME PAGE:


You will find virtually everything you need to know about the KATY Trail on this page. There are mileage charts, featuring a link to each city or small town along the trail.  Also listed you will find ammenties associated with that city: restrooms, lodging, restaurants, any bicycle repair facilities, restaurants, and much, much more.  Beware!  It is wise to consult more than one source before planning a trip lasting more than one day.  Don't believe everything you see and hear the first time you see and hear it!
http://www.bikekatytrail.com/


KATY TRAIL BOOK:
This is truly a wonderful guide, although it is more optimistic than the trail is, in reality. It is best to plan the hell out of your trip, and be prepared for alternative plans, if necessary, until you get to know the trail and the small towns surrounding it. Once you KNOW the reality of the trail, it is a great ride!
  
http://www.pebblepublishing.com/complete_katy_trail_guidebook.htm


TEBBETS, MO KATY TRAIL HOSTEL:


KLONDIKE COUNTY PARK
(general information and camping or cabin reservations)

You must call the phone number listed on this page (The St. Charles Parks & Recreation Dept) at least a month in advance, and preferably much earlier than that to make a reservation for a cabin. Have your credit card info ready!
http://parks.sccmo.org/parks/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=63&Itemid=101


KLONDIKE....A website for cyclist and hikers:


Some pics of Klondike:


- Michael

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Just a few things you will never hear me say....

1) "That's over the top!"

'The Top' is a limit that belongs **solely** to the speaker, and is only set in their mind. They have created a small, sheltered environment for themselves, which they then try to use as a tool in a power struggle to control anyone they can.
A word to the wise: A person who uses those tools on  me will not be happy with the results.

2) "That's creepy...."
(See #1....replace 'The top' with 'That's creepy')

3) "Well, to be honest...."

This phrase is horrible to say in a job interview, and it is BAD to say anywhere else.  If it is said in a job interview, it gives the impression to the interviewer that you are dishonest.  If I hear, "'To be honest', I immediately think "OK, so lying to me is a normal course of conversation for you otherwise?"

4) "I won't play if the lottery is $10 million or less."

Mark made me buy ONE lottery ticket so I could no longer say that I have never bought a lottery ticket.  I am not a gambler by habit nor by nature.  However, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  If $10 million dollars is pocket change you, please make the check payable to "Mr. Michael J. Keller" !

5) "I will pass on desert...."

Uh - NO!  Just...No!  :)

UPDATE:
I couldn't pass on this one.  The Weather Channel's home page had photos of  "Creepy Abandoned Churches"




















This is the original link.  If The Weather Channel changes the link / takes it down, Google "abandoned church Gary Indiana:
http://www.weather.com/travel/creepy-abandoned-churches-20130430

I loved one particular link under this image:
"Abandoned? Yes. Creepy? No."

My reply was:

"Hear! Hear! I'm glad somebody finally spoke up and told the truth!

I DO wish that the people that use the word "creepy" would file it with other homemade weapons that they manufactured - or that those that they borrowed from other individuals because they were too damned lazy to think for themselves, thereby deriving as much attention as possible yet still doing the least amount of work.

Right along with "Creepy", a few other phrases that I can think of that can join their 'creepy' is "over the top", "too much", "T-M-I"', etc

Due to this being a public form, good decorum prevents me from saying where I think they should file those terms.

The people that use those terms are the same individuals who tying to kill several birds with one stone:

1) They love the comfort of the self-limiting prison that they build in their own mind

2) Any liberated minds that might still be unfortunate enough to be in their vicinity make their tight, dark mind rot that much more uncomfortable, so they try to recruit others to join them in their cell.
(Translated: Misery loves company.)

I, for one, have never and will never find myself contained in the prisons that they build for themselves. In fact, I don't plan even the most brief visit those that dwell there, either.

Thank you for giving me good fodder for my daily blog. :)    "


- Michael

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Great Pumpkin Patch, Birth Control pills - and other freakishly large plants.

In the late summer of 1994, I was working weekends as a CNA at the Good Samaritan Home in Quincy, IL, while attending nursing school during the week to receive my LPN license. 


The charge nurse (RN) on the floor that I was regularly assigned to came to work  very late one particular Saturday morning.  She was a straight woman, but for all practical purposes, she resembled a butchy little bulldog-like lesbian.  Nothing broke this woman. She was a strong leader, and nothing seemed to phase her one way or the other.  On this Saturday morning, around 9:00 AM, I was starting to get worried.  Janet was normally at work at 7:00 AM.  She had not called the nursing home to report car trouble, or that she was ill. We heard nothing from her. 


When she did manage to get to work, she almost crawled through the door, and slumped back to her office down the hallway, away from the rest of the crew and the patients.  The second she hit the doorway, I noted that her eyes were beet red and swollen from crying.  The weeping and wailing sounds that came from her office were a pretty good indicator that she was very upset!  I thought she had a car accident on the way to work, or that she had just experienced a death in the family.


I was the only staff member that was brave enough to enter her office, and ask Janet if she was "OK", and that she should perhaps go back home for the day.  In between her gasping sobs, and the copious tears flowing down her cheeks, she managed to tell me the details.


This woman taked extreme pride in her pumpkin patch each year.  Janet's pride and joy was growing the huge pumpkin (from seed) that usually sits in a big antique horse-drawn wagon at the entrance of county fairs.  Each year, giant pumpkins get bigger and bigger.  You can find resources on-line for seeds for proven giant pumpkins. They might not be cheap, but with GREAT care, they will grow a giant for you!  This year's record breaker, for example, weighs 1,810.5 lbs.  Janet's prize show pieces often reached the 1,000 pound mark. 


Before her unhappy trek to work, the evening before, the Quincy, IL area had a severe thunderstorm.  The storm knocked over a wooden fence on Janet's farm, and broke the stem of this year's giant pumpkin.  At the time of the mishap, the pumpkin weighed in at 600 lbs.  A 600 lb. pumpkin is a huge beast, by most people's standards, but it was barely over half way grown, according to Janet's previous prized pumpkins. (Say that without using a "P"!)



The care for her "babies" goes far beyond the normal pumpkin patch in the average garden.  The seeds from previous strains of giant pumpkins are carefully selected.  When the vine starts to grow, only ONE pumpkin per vine is allowed to mature.  If pumpkin growers would allow more than one pumpkin to grow on a vine, each giant gourd would be competing for nutrients, thus making each one smaller than their full potential size.  In addition, when the pumpkin is very small, she places it on a wooden skid, to avoid the bottom rotting out of the giant as it grows.  Her other secret is this:


Janet was close friends with several local doctors.  They carried sample packets of birth control pills (yes, human birth control pills!) in their offices.  She would ask them to reserve for her any outdated packets.  They would willingly give away their surplus to her.  This woman was in her late 50's - there was no actual need for her to have the birth control pills, other than to feed her giant pumpkin.  Janet found the right solution to mix the ground birth control pills with, then with an IV bag, line and needle, she would attach her 'birth control IV' to the stem of the growing pumpkin.  It is this solution that made her already-huge pumpkins even bigger.  Trust me when I tell you that these pumpkins are purely for show, and not for consumption!


Personally, I found a great alternative to using Miracle Gro on my own plants.  My standard fertilizer is, in fact, Miracle Gro, and I strongly recommend my readers to fertilize their plants at the required intravals.  Humans and animals can't survive on water alone, and neither can plants. 


At any rate, when I had lots of fish aquariums (fresh water!  The salt could be damaging!), I found a recipe from an early 1980's Mother Earth News Magazine that I that I started using in the early 1990's:


(Each ingredient is responsible for a nutrient that plants crave!)


* One 5 gallon bucket of water that you drain from your aquarium (or pond!) as you do a water change
* the heads of an entire book of unburned matches (either cut the heads off, or throw the entire book of matches in)
* 2 tablespoons of dishwashing liquid
* 2 tablespoons of Epsom salts
* 2 rust nails, a rusty hinge, or something rusty of similar size


Mix all ingredients, and let sit one week.  You can dilute this mixture, and water more frequently, or use this solution on outdoor plants once a week, and once a month on indoor plants.


The results:
I started that spring with 6 tomato plants, but the squirrels ate 4 of the 6, leaving me with 2.  In November of that year, I froze, canned and gave away as many as I could.  I still had to throw away over 100 huge tomatoes from those two vines - and that was after I had actively kept the vines tended to during the summer months.


I also grew standard "Heavenly Blue" Morning Glories on a chain link fence.  When these Morning Glory vines bloomed, I rarely saw a green leaf because of the thick coverage of blooms!  What a wonderful wall of BLUE each morning!  At the end of summer, after the vines died, we I had to get help to pull the vines off the fence.  We rolled up that thick mat of vines, and it looked like one of those huge rolls of baled hay.  Our next task was to load it on the back of a truck, and take it to a natural landfill!


Then...the marigolds. Yes, standard marigolds.  Their average height should have been 18", and the heads on the flowers should have been no more than an inch and a half across.  BEFORE they fell over, these morning glories grew to 6 FEET tall, with their stems as big as your wrist, and the flowers on the end of these honkin' stems looked like giant football mums!


These days, Mark won't allow me to have an aquarium (he's weird like that!), so I use off-the-shelf Miracle Gro, with decent results.  BUT...the Miracle Gro is **absolutely** no comparison to this Mother Earth News find!


Move over with your birth control pills, Janet! I'm on my way up!  :)


- Michael




   

Friday, October 8, 2010

My own little (true!) Ghost story! AKA: "The things a nurse is obliged to do!"



My own little (true!) Ghost story!

AKA:  "The things a nurse is obliged to do!"


Before I became inactive in the medical field, I worked as a nurse for a very well known local (St. Louis, MO area) home health care / private services provider.  If I would go back into the medical field, I would  not be interested in facility (hospital / nursing home) care, and I would only accept a private duty case.  Private duty is not without it's own share of problems, but they can pale in comparison to the antics that facility nurses have to deal with.


Anywho - back to the spooks.


If an employee of a private duty nursing service loses a patient, whether it is due to the patient's death, or the family decides to remove their relative from private duty care, that particular nurse or nurse's aide can be 'between cases' for a length of time.  In order to work enough hours to sustain his or her livelihood, that employee often goes to emergency cases, such as if another employee of the agency quits without notice, or a family has a nursing emergency (the patient need care for a couple days before they can get into a nursing facility, etc). 


In this particular instance, I was 'between cases', and I was called in to help with a quadriplegic man, aged 74.  This man was a functional lawyer up to the incident that caused his paralysis.  When he was 14, he was playing with a gun with his childhood friend, and the friend accidentally shot his right arm off! 


In the area they lived in, there were no large hospitals, and in those days, many people went to the corner pharmacist when a doctor wasn't available.  The boys ran to the corner pharmacist, and he skillfully closed the boy's stub in the back room of the pharmacy. 


There was one thing the pharmacist (and most surgeons of the day) was not aware of at that time.  If the nerve(s) are not cut back much farther than the actual stump, the patient will experience phantom pain and phantom sensations.  This was the case with my patient.  He was 72 yrs. old, and still having severe chronic phantom pain in his stub.  He went to a young surgeon (in 1997!) that promised a quick surgery to remove those painful nerves, and that surgery would require only an overnight stay in the hospital.  To make a long story longer: 


The surgery to end his pain was a little TOO successful.  Even though this procedure was a simple operation, and today would definitely be an outpatient surgery, the man had a stroke on the operating table, and became quadriplegic!  Needless to say, his career as a prominent lawyer was over. 


This man and his wife lived in a 1970's reproduction of a huge English Tudor-style mansion in a wealthy area between the suburbs of Ladue and Chesterfield, MO.  Technically, his house was right behind the huge Mormon Temple that is visible from I-40.


My shift was 7:00 PM - 7:00 AM.  I will never work nights again as long as I live, but I digress.  The first night I was sitting in front a huge walk-in fireplace with this man's wife.  We were having casual conversation, and watching the fire.  Please keep in mind that any time during this story, the  only people in the house were myself, and this elderly couple.  It was about 10:00 PM, and I heard VERY **LOUD** music coming from an old radio, laughter and lots of conversation coming from the adjacent kitchen.  There was nobody in the kitchen, and there was no radio in that kitchen.  My eyes must have grown to the size of silver dollars, but I tried to maintain a professional decorum.  I didn't even flinch, and I kept the conversation with the wife going.  She wouldn't even look at me.  She had an obviously frightened look on her face, and  avoided eye contact with me.  Eventually, the noise in the kitchen got so loud that I leaned around and looked her dead in the eye and said, "Am I the only one in this house that is aware of a loud party happening in the kitchen, and we weren't invited???"  She answered me, "I don't care what they do in there, as long as they don't hurt us!"  That was my first clue!


One of the haunts in this house didn't like me, in particular. When we worked an overnight shift, depending on the particular case, we were allowed to slumber, or sleep, depending on the patient's wishes and needs.  The 'gentleman' (GHOST!) that was causing the problem would have been in his mid-30's, I would say. He had a great radio announcer voice.  He had a particular issue with me when I was  in the music parlor. I would lay on a love seat next to the piano, and this ghost would torture the Hell out of me until I left the room!


I was on the case for two weeks. I usually arrived at the house 15 minutes before my shift started - at 6:45 PM. This is a semi-gated community, and I wasn't aware that they locked one gate of the neighborhood at 7:00 PM, leaving only one entrance / exit open.  One night, I was running a bit late, and I would have arrived at the house at 6:55 PM, just 5 minutes before my shift was scheduled to start.  This time period was before GPS was available, and the management had already locked the only entrance that I had used up until this point, and I didn't know the location of the alternate entrance.   I had to use the Mapquest print out that I still had in my truck to try to find the other entrance.  This area of St. Louis County is very heavily wooded, with no street lights.  It is VERY dark at night, and it was almost impossible to see street signs.  Nobody would have said anything to me if I was a minute or two late, but I am known for being prompt.  I arrived at the house at 6:59 PM.  I was standing in the foyer by the grand (carpeted) stair case, with my back to the front door, facing the rest of the house, getting report from the young man that worked the previous shift.  This man was in his early 20's, and was as much of a testosterone-filled, straight man with a lot to prove to the world as he could be.  We were standing next to the banister of the winding stair case.  Our report was interrupted by the stairs squeaking.  We both glanced down at the steps at the same time.  With every squeak from the steps, we could see foot steps being formed in the carpet, going up the steps. Remember that on this particular occasion, I was facing the balcony - the rest of the house, with the front door to my back.  As he was giving report, I could see a dark grey figure going from room to room up on the balcony.  I didn't say a word to the other employee.  After he saw the foot prints forming in the carpet, this manly young man looked at me with complete and utter fear in his eyes.  Again, I didn't flinch.  He quickly left the house, and went home for the night.  I don't think he got out of the driveway when a huge voice boomed from the balcony above me.  With childish, mocking laughter, he (the GHOST!) said, "Ha Ha Ha HA HA! You were almost late!"  The foot prints that we saw forming, and that we heard on the steps belonged to the grey ghostly figure that I saw upstairs that, a few minutes later:  He was mocking me!


That night, I decided to avoid the parlor like the plague, and I rested on the sofa in front of that huge smoke stained fireplace.  As always, I was laying face-down on the sofa.  I can never sleep well on my back.  I was awakened by a firm hand - and I mean FIRM on my upper thigh (OK, he almost grabbed my butt!)  I woke up, rather startled.  I tried to reach my harm behind me and pry the bony fingers off that were stuck firmly on my ass!  When I discoveredt that I wasn't strong enough to remove the hand that held me, I slid my foot down the bony leg that was sitting on the end of the sofa.  My bare foot got caught in the cuff of "his" pants.  I eventually wiggled my toe out of the cuff, and continued to slide my foot down 'his' bony shin.  I found a crumpled-up sock gathered around a bony ankle before I hit what felt like a well polished, firm dress shoe.  My big toe finally reached the floor. Suddenly, I felt the firm grip release from my behind, and I could finally raise myself up off the sofa.  I looked over my left shoulder, and into the bedroom that was located some distance down the hallway. I could see the quadriplegic man exactly where I left him a couple hours earlier (of course!), and his wife was sound asleep beside him.


The following evening, when I was receiving report from the same young man, I was the one facing the door, and he was facing the balcony and the rest of the house.  Once again, we heard the steps creaking... and we both looked down at the same time.  I am here to tell you that Casper the Friendly Ghost didn't have crap on the color of this kid!   He was **WHITE**!  He gulped loudly.  The young man tried to continue his report. He stammered a bit, then stopped talking completely.  His eyes were huge with fear, and they were darting back and forth.  He was watching the same grey ghostly figure that I saw the night before, walking back and forth on the balcony above.


Early the next day, I got a call from my nurse manager.  She told me that this particular agency had dropped this case!!  Playing dumb, I asked  her why they dropped a $12,000 / month case.  I said, "Are they going to put the patient in a nursing home, or did they hire a private individual that might have been a bit cheaper?"  I knew very well why they were pulling our services, but I didn't say a word to her about it.  She finally gave in and told me, "I have had many reports from my staff of things happening in that home, and the reason you (ME!) are working on that case is that several nurses have called me and told me that they won't go back to that house!"  Playing even dumber, I asked her, "Why?  What's the problem?"  She said, "There have been a lot of unexplained things happen in that house, and it has gotten to the point where I can no longer guarantee the safety of our staff!"  I finally admitted to her that I knew very well what she was talking about, but I didn't want to be the first one that said anything about it.  She said, "I wish you would have!  I would have believed you before I believed the other staff members that called me!"


Imagine this:  A company turning down $12,000 a month because the staff was threatened by ghosts!  I can vouch that their choice to pull the staff from that house was a good choice!


- Michael

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Day The Music Di ... er.... Did WHAT???

The Day The Music Di...Did WHAT????

I have attended a few concerts in the past few months, and while the clues were not-so-subtle, I have noted a trend among the artists. 

First up:  Booker T & The MGs.  Their front man is Booker T. Jones.   For the uninitiated, the following video is a sample of their music.  The quintessential and timeless 'Green Onions':

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5SFT3OLzl0

and for another version, The Root Doctor (Organissmo).  Jim's dad is playing drums in this band.  Watch his face when Jim takes it to church!  A proud and supportive pappa, indeed! (Where can **I** get one of those????)


Back to the subject at hand.  Further examples from Booker T Jones' repertoire can be found on YouTube.  Songs like Hip Hugger, Time is Tight, Melting Pot and many more have become Booker T classics.  The instrument that Booker T is known for playing, and had gained him his fame and fortune is the Hammond B3 organ.  There can be no doubt or argument against that fact.

During Labor Day weekend, we attended the Big Muddy Blues Festival on Laclede's Landing, St. Louis.  Booker T & The MGs was the headliner act on Saturday night, the biggest night of the festival.  We parked in the Brentwood area, just 3 miles from our home, and bought round trip train tickets to ride public transportation (The Metrolink) directly into the heart of the action.  Our stop on the Metrolink was less than a block from the main stage of the Blues festival. We got there about 20 minutes before Booker T was to take the stage.  The area was PACKED with people, but we managed to sneak up behind the sound booth, and sit on the ground to get a direct close-up view of the stage. 

When the previous band left the stage, it took about 20 minutes for the stage hands to set up for Booker T to start playing. I was THRILLED to see a beautiful B3 wheeled on stage, followed by a road case for a Leslie 122.  What more can a fan ask for?  They unpacked the Leslie, and removed the Hammond from it's dolly.

The band started to play.  'Green Onions' was the first song in the set.  I knew something was amiss, because most bands don't start a set with their #1 hit (by most people's consideration, at any rate).  That would be a suicide attempt,  because after most fans hear the #1 song by that particular band, they would leave the venue and head for home.

I am here to tell you that if Booker T. would not have played 'Green Onions', there would have been rotten eggs and tomatoes by the bushel thrown at the stage!

Here is my beef about the current trend: Immediately after Booker T played 'Green Onions', he vacated the bench, and grabbed a guitar.  I whispered to Mark, "I will give him 3 songs to get back on that bench.  If he doesn't, we are OUT OF HERE, and we will board that train and head home before the rest of the crowd follows." Ultimately, we waited through 4 songs, and Booker T was still playing that damned guitar! 

When Liberace was still alive, I would have shot him directly in the head, myself, if he played one song on the piano, then took to a drum set for the rest of the concert!  I would have payed out the ass to see him play **PIANO**.  I do not want hear Carlos Santana sing all night. He is known as a guitar virtuoso - a Guitar God!

I certainly embrace diversity in our lives.  I am not opposed to a musician playing a totally different instrument than the instrument they are known for playing for a song or two during a concert.  However, I have a real beef when they play their #1 hit at the beginning of the show "Just to get it out of the way", and then they do something totally different for the rest of the concert.

I thought I was just being a major Diva about the subject until I attended the St. Louis Art Fair and approached a gentleman that was manning the St. Louis Blues (not the sports team!) booth.  I told him, "I attended the Booker T. concert at the Blues Fest....", and he *immediately* started shaking his head, and hung his head while whispering, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" - before I even completed my sentence or thought! 

I asked him, "Did you go to the concert?"  He said, "No, I was out of town that weekend, but boy, did I hear about it!"  I asked him, "Who told you, how did you hear about the concert?" He said that several tried and true fans that know Booker T's music well had stopped by his booth and said the same thing!  I asked him if Booker T ever got back on that bench during that concert, and he said, "Remember, I wasn't there, but from what folks are telling me, he didn't touch that organ again the rest of the night!"  That is bad - just bad!

A few years ago, we went to the Fourth of July festivities at the Gateway Arch.  Al Green was the headliner act that night.  Everybody waited through his entire set for his hit, "Love and Happiness".  When he did that song, the arrangement was hideous!  He performed that song much too fast, there was NO Hammond in the song, whatsoever.  As you can hear in this clip, Hammond organ is the most significant and prominent instrument in 'Love and Happiness':



Removing the Hammond from Love and Happiness, and playing it much to fast is like shooting a hole through the face of the Mona Lisa painting!

I do wish I would have videoed the mass of people leaving - all at the same time, during that Al Green concert, when he royally screwed up 'Love and Happiness'.  It was a mass exodus!  You would think that he would have learned his lesson the first time they walked out on him, and changed his set before the next concert.

The examples of musicians and singers shooting themselves in the foot could go on and on.  There is a time and place for change.  We all need some changes in our lives to avoid being like people that I have been familiar with in my past.  The only difference between a rut and a grave is dimensions!

There is something to be said, however, for giving back to the people that have made you so successful what they are expecting.  Barry Manilow was asked during an interview if he was tired of singing the song, "Copacabana" at every concert.  He answered, "Well, no! That song paid for the nice big house that I live in, and the life that I enjoy so much!  Why would I be tired of singing it?  I will sing it as expected, and as gleefully as I can at every concert I play until I can't perform anymore!"    

Musicians and singers:  Take a lesson.  If it ain't broke, don't fix it.  In doing so, you aren't being 'hip' by changing something else up in this 'Dump-it-now-and-run-on' society.  You are in danger, however, or losing everything you are now experiencing if you attempt to exchange tried and true values and skills for something that is of diminished value.      

- Michael

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The History Channel (Pawn Stars), Faberge Eggs, and diminishing detail







Recently on The History Channel's 'Pawn Stars', a lady approached the counter with a large, jeweled brooch in the shape of a spider.

To be certain, I would have to record the episode on my computer (through cable) when it re-runs, and I could pause the video at the precise moment that the box that came with the brooch is on screen.  I think the box says "Faberge", and I know the piece was signed by Faberge. 

The question now presents itself:

How long has that particular lady lived in the Stone Age?  I am almost inclined to think that if the word 'Faberge' was written twice in relatively plain sight, and she STILL didn't know the value of the piece that she owned, she deserved to be taken by the owners of the pawn shop!

The client asked for $2,000, but Rick said that because he does have somewhat of a conscious (and that is questionable, at best!), he said he would immediately offer her $15,000 as his final offer.  He did ultimately increase the offer to $16,000.  She should have immediately thanked him for being somewhat honest, and took her brooch back, and left the shop immediately. 

The next steps in her quest should have been to take her brooch to several different respectable high quality jewelers and had it appraised.  She should have been upfront with the all of the jewelers, telling them that she is having the brooch appraised by several different jewelers, and after these appraisals, she would would ultimately decide if any, which jeweler she was going to sell to.  I have seen internet appraisals of that brooch going for $50,000 - $70,000, and I have read several comments stating that if the cameras weren't on them, Rick would have offered her a flat $2,000.  She would have had the choice to take the $2,000 or walk. 

I am not as gullible as some reality TV viewers out there.  I am completely schooled in the fact that "reality TV" is **not at all**, in fact, reality based.  While I do believe he is knowledgeable, not for one second do I believe that Rick intellectually knows every detail that he mentions on the show about every item that comes on the show.  The producers research these details, and he is briefed before that segment is filmed.  In the same manner, I do not believe that when the customers that appear on the show walk into the shop, this is the first time that the employees of Pawn Stars and the camera crew have seen these people.  These people have been interviewed, probably at length, and they have had to sign contracts before the filming.  This gives the producers of the show time to do research on the item that they are trying to pawn, so they can fill in Rick for his 'informative segments'.  In my Humble Opinion: Rick knew about that brooch, and he 'saw her coming'.

The moral of this particular saga is 'Do your own homework!"  Considering the free-to-inexpensive costs for a home computer and internet service, combined with book shops and other readily available information resources, there is absolutely no reason anybody should not recognize the word 'Faberge'. That, in itself, is a grim reminder of increased speed that 'the dumbing down' of society is occurring, and that anything of high quality is quickly being discarded or forgotten. 

At the end of this blog, I will post links to a  part series about Faberge Eggs, the Russian Czars, and their history.  At the end of the last clip, you hear the narrator's profound closing statement:

(Relating to Fabrege eggs):
"They are of a time and place that is no more, and will never come again."

That statement can be applied to Architecture, music, a lot of 'art', fashion, and almost anything produced today.  In general, people are becoming increasingly lazy.  Their focus has become 'What can you do for me NOW?', and their grasp has become an unequal balance between past, present and future.  In order to have a well balanced, sustained society, we need to have an EQUAL grasp on the past, present and future.  When that gets out of balance, the result is today's society!  In Asian, Arabic, European countries, there are buildings, for example, that are easily over 1,000 years older than when this continent was discovered.  One would be inclined to think that since the USA is relatively young in comparison, the citizens would be striving to maintain and preserve as much history as possible.  Instead, the sad joke, "Let's demolish this building and build a parking garage or strip mall in it's place!" has embarrassingly be attached to us. 

As promised, here is the 5 part series recorded from The History Channel on Faberge Eggs, the Russian Czars, and their detailed history.

I have posted all 5 clips from YouTube, but you can watch the first video, then look over in the right hand column of related videos. Find the next clip in the sequence, or you can click on the individual links below.

As I previously stated, at the end of the last clip, you will hear the narrator's profound closing statement: (pertaining to Faberge Eggs, or anything with true artistic value and detail):

"They are of a time and place that is no more, and will never come again."

Part 1:


Part 2:


Part 3:





Part 4:


Part 5:





Here is another example of the now commonly accepted American value of bring proud of poor workmanship and quality.  Yesterday, I heard a commercial on the radio.  It was for a company that made windows.  The line in the commercial that absolutely stunned me was this:

"If you plan on being in your current home only 3 - 5 years before you sell it, these windows are what you need for your home!"

I know my chin was on my chest for a half an hour!  There are so many things wrong with that statement:

1) Being in your home 3 - 5 years before selling it.  What is wrong with that statement?  Does anybody else besides me remember the time that people made a careful choice as to where they wanted to live for the rest of their lives, and they bought that particular house, and it was passed down for generations in the family?  Those days are long **GONE*!

2) The poor sucker that is buying that home after the 3 - 5 year period will have holes in his walls!  WHAT THE HELL?  Why proudly advertise poor craftsmanship, and continue to encourage a fickle, vagabond American society?

Unfortunately, the generation that is now raising today's youth never had these morals and standards instilled in them, either.  It is the responsibility for each individual person to stop living a lazy, bland life, and to maintain strong standards for detail.

- Michael

Monday, October 4, 2010

What's for Lunch? The trials and tribulations of a true FOODIE! (and Taste of St. Louis)

What's for lunch today?  I never thought you would ask!  Today, I'm having Punjabi Kadhi Pakora (Bengal gram flour dumplings with spinach in yogurt gravy!) - over a Indian-inspired seasoned rice!  You can always make it from scratch, but in lieu of that, you can purchase these meals at an local International Market, or locally (St. Louis) at Schnuck's grocery stores in the International isle.   I make instant rice and add some Indian seasonings to the rice while the food is heating up in the microwave.  Time spent to prepare an adventuresome and GREAT lunch:  5 minutes!  It now comes to my attention that I never add curry powder to any of the Indian dishes that I make at home.  Many people think that all Indian Food is curry-based.  Those people are probably so inclined to believe that all Mexican food is tacos, and Germans eat nothing but wienerschnitzel.

The major problem with being diversified in taste, in general, are the CHOICES!  I will be the first person to bitch if I don't have enough choices, but having too many choices causes a lot of debate between Mark and myself.  If I had to choose, I would rather have too many than not enough choices.  Without going into details, "Not Enough" produces some hideous people, let me tell you!


I went to the Taste of St. Louis yesterday (10/4/10, which will become yet another yearly tradition in our house.  I parked my truck 3 miles from my house, at the Brentwood Metrolink terminal, and paid $4.50 for a round trip ticket on the train.  Taking public transportation will remove ALL parking hassles!   The only problem I had with the Metrolink system on this particular day was that there were 3 major events going on in the downtown St. Louis area at the exact time: A St. Louis Rams game, a St. Louis Cardinals game, and the Taste of St. Louis.  That does not take into consideration the normal daily riders on the system.  The train wasn't at all crowded on the way in, but on the way back, I took one look at a West-bound train, and they were packed in like sardines!  When the train stopped at the depot that I wanted to board (St. Louis Union Station), there honestly wasn't room enough for one person to board when they opened the doors!  I am 'just metro enough' to have that problem figured out!  I took the next train EAST, instead of West, as I normally would have.  I rode the east-bound train *past* the 8th & Pine and the Convention Center depots, where 99% of this huge post-game crowd was boarding the train.  I exited the train at the Laclede's Landing depot, and simply stepped across the boarding area to take the next Blue Line West-Bound train, as I originally should have.  What is the benefit in going the wrong direction first?  I got on a practically empty west bound train.  Within TWO stops, there were probably 300 people packed on my train!  Thankfully, most of them exited the train at stops before my own, and I could easily make my way to the door when my stop approached.  I quickly counted at least 100 people getting of the train at my stop!
 
BACK TO THE FOOD:
There were 45 separate restaurants set up on Market Street in the downtown area.  There was a large area set up as a Kids area with their own large stage, a petting zoo, and several other activities.  One block was an Art / Wine walk, featuring probably 20 artists.  There were 3 main stages for entertainment.  The entertainment featured a range of talent, from Nikko Smith to Sister Hazel to rockabilly, country, Jazz, Gospel and cover bands.

 My friends from Hank's Cheesecakes were representing themselves at the Taste of St. Louis, we were many, many of my favorite restaurants.  I had a glass of beer (not my favorite drink in the world, but it will do in a pinch!), and I walked between the stages, listening to the music, and I walked around the area several times before making the difficult decision of  "What's for lunch?"  


Lo and behold!  I discovered yet one more Indian restaurant in the area that was not on my list!  I talked to the owners, and they said that this particular restaurant was in the area only a year.  Their food was LOVELY!  It was **hot** (spicy), and had their own distinct flavor.  I can't express to you how thankful I am for that hot, spicy food!    When we went to the Indian restaurant on Page Blvd, I talked with the owner for a few minutes.  She said that she originally decided to turn down the spices a bit in her particular restaurant to make her food more acceptable to more Americans.  I thought I was going to hit the floor!  BUT...she quickly redeemed herself by saying that many of her regular customers complained that the food was not what they were expecting.  SO....She turned the volume back up on the spices, and her clientele has never been better.  I leaned over and whispered to her, "If I wanted a fricken Hamburger, I would go to Wendy's restaurant just a couple blocks down the street!  When I want pizazz, I come HERE!"  She told me that I wasn't alone in my sentiments!..  

I told the owner of that restaurant that I am not entirely peeved with boring American food.  We must consider Sweetie Pie's Restaurants in St. Louis.  The woman that owns these restaurants was an Ikette- a back-up singer for Ike and Tina Turner.  She has been featured a few times on The Food Network, and is famous for her baked Mac & Cheese.  I am here to tell you that I have never, EVER tasted Mac & Cheese like that, nor have I ever had a better fried Catfish - or better service from her staff.  If I want good old Southern Home cooking, I will head to Sweetie Pie's.....  If I want International foods, we have a lot of variety here, as well, but I am extremely comfortable in an Indian restaurant.  Indian food is 'International Comfort Food" for my little family!


(more food and international blogs will follow).....


- Michael