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Evann and I had two misconceptions when we moved to St. Louis in 1995. Let me rephrase that. We had numerous misconceptions, and still do, but two of those misconceptions pertained specifically to St. Louis.
The first misconception had to do with life expectancy. We thought when we left our homicidal hometown that we were escaping from the murder capital of America to an oasis of humanity in the heartland. We discovered, shortly after relocation, that St. Louis and New Orleans have long been locked in bittersweet rivalry for the dubious distinction of deadliest destination, a rivalry that continues to this day.
The second misconception had to do with climate exchange. Having grown up in a place that’s miserably hot in the summer but pleasantly warm in the winter (New Orleans) and having lived in a place that’s miserably cold in the winter but pleasantly cool in the summer (Weyauwega, Wisc.), we automatically assumed that a place halfway between (St. Louis) would be ideal year-round: pleasantly warm in winter, pleasantly cool in summer.
In short, we thought we’d get the best of both worlds. In fact, we took it for granted and looked forward to this climatic nirvana with great anticipation. It never occurred to us, even for a moment, that we would get the worst of both. What kind of stupid nonsense is that? But that’s what we got: miserable heat in the summer, miserable cold in the winter. Plus, no seafood. What the hell! For 16 years now, we have sweated and shivered through this thermally unjust situation.
The Society of St. Vincent de Paul will hold its Annual Meeting in St. Louis next week at the Renaissance Hotel. Society leadership will assemble for their business meeting on Friday from 9:30-5:30. This would be a perfect time to protest the leadership’s endorsement of Obamacare, which includes support and funding for infanticide and euthanasia. They call this “social justice.”
Bob at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, Mass., 1986
St. Louis had its first snowfall of the season last night — just an inch or so, enough to make the yard look nice and cover up all the leaves I never got around to raking.
My wife and I still get a big kick out of snow. Of course, we grew up in New Orleans and didn’t have a whole lot of experience with it until we moved to Boston in 1986. Evann, a graphic artist, remembers how Christmas cards never made any sense to us Southerners — what with their snowy landscapes, barren trees, and horse-drawn sleighs, smoke curling up from chimneys, and everybody bundled in strange garments and head coverings. Where were the scenes of barefoot, bareheaded kids in shorts and tee shirts playing with their Christmas presents under leaf-filled live oak trees, while parents sipped juleps on the veranda, cooled themselves with palmetto fans, and swatted mosquitoes as big as pelicans? That was Christmas for us, more or less.
It only snowed twice in New Orleans when I was a kid — once on New Year’s Day in 1961, and again in the spring of 1974. I remember exactly where I was both times: at a Sugar Bowl game in ’61 (the slushy ramps were treacherous on the way out), in a political science class at Tulane (on the Newcomb campus) in ’74.
But we had plenty of snow in Massachusetts, and way too much in Wisconsin. St. Louis is just about right.