Greetings from the south side of St. Louis, an area some call south town but I just call the “Itch-Your-Burger” zone. That’s in relation to the way that the GPS voice on my phone pronounces the street name, “Eichelberger.” It’s those little nuggets of throwaway humor that bring a chaotic week to a comfortable close.
Here are five things nudging against the inside of my cerebellum, asking for answers or an explanation, starting with a topic I hate to be writing about but one that won’t get out of my head.
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