Saint Louis, MO. I talk a lot about History, but as I leave the cemeteries and museums of Hannibal and head toward Saint Louis, I have an opportunity to shift from exploring America’s history to exploring my own history.
It’s a little but of a diversion and one maybe not everyone will be interested in, but I’ll take that risk because it means a lot to me. This is the emotionally surprising visit to a piece of a past long forgotten. Saint Louis’ original little italy, the winfield train, some Clemens grave, and one very big gateway Arch