The Arch. These people will not stop their yammering about the Arch. It is 19 degrees outside and the famous Arch of St. Louis and all it represents (which is…?) is not something I can bring myself to visit.
Like my anti-hero Mr. Blaine, I am a hunger artist, able to perform feats of stamina and deprivation which are wholly unimpressive to the static observer.
I have not breathed outside air since Tuesday night. This hotel, and the mall in which it is housed, is the sum extent of my universe.
The only arch that interests me goes up in the air and comes down in Tallahassee.
very nice blog
What about the golden arches of McDonald’s? You love those, remember?
Get your ass back home and come ride with the enemy! We haven’t turned a pedal in anger together in a month of Sundays!
Yeah. Come home and pedal in anger. Or whatever.
Cammit son, it’s the Gateway to the West! get out and see that thing before Obama lin Biden blows it up!
D, not C, my ire befuddled my spelling.
The Mississippi River is the gateway to the West. Isn’t that enough? I saw the arch in 1965 right after it was completed, and all I could think was “Huh??”
Yeah, it’s not that great. It’s pretty lit up at night and kind of cool to see from a distance, amongst all of the billboard signs, but that’s about it.
Juancho, does this mean you’re actually HOME now??
I recognize thiscat so I think I might be home.