St Louis Noir - #256

My first memory looking at the smeared lights at night on the road after the rain. I was on my knees and my elbows were on the dashboard in the backseat of my dad's car. I was in love. The black puddles, the wavy light on the pavement, the rhythmic splashing from the car tires. The floating neon lights from the motels on 66 as we left the Ozarks.

Er...sorry

Smokin' hot with anger and giving Mah'mm the stink eye.

Bellie

Towards the end of her life she started wrapping herself around my head. It was a hug. I wouldn't move until she did and sometimes that was an hour.

Brilliant

Last century ingenuity. I should have bought it.

We Ready

Two members of The Trio are getting it all on while the Tall Man is busy working.

You are Dead to Me

Obsessed Much

Obsessed Much is also known as Jordan up the street. I found this on my car years ago while recovering from spondylodesia surgery. I was relearning how to walk upright and had a disabled parking spot.
On the bottom of her note is printed: Faith plants the seeds. Love makes it grow.

Pist gave me a Fish

For such a tall man I can't discern how he sees these creatures on the ground amongst the fallen leaves.

Making Bolos

Pist will hand me various thing as a challenge. Yesterday it was this piece of coral that I immediately saw as a bolo. The coral mounted on suede.

St. Louis Noir # 199

Joinery

Solar Panels for AI?

Tucked behind a very small black community off of St. Claire Ave in East St Louis I noticed acres of solar panels being installed. I saw that most of the shade providing trees in this 4-5 block neighborhood were being removed. I wondered if they were older and damaged trees that could fly off in a storm and destroy the panels.
I worried that the residents of the small neighborhood would be displaced. The area is maybe five blocks. No town name is posted although many years ago a large, hand painted, board read, The Original Sin City.
The solar panels aren't visible from St Clair Ave. I found them one day while not minding my business, speculating about the fallen trees, and investigating the site. This is what I found on N 71st.

Che. Day of The Dead

My Day of The Dead Honoree.

Everyone is cranky

They either want to sleep or work. Stop talking to me, said the little dog and the big man.
But later that day after the Feel Good injection, I met Brenna Kassis while shopping at a thrift who was in town with her band, Venus & the Flytrap. My Fit was respected and appreciated. I was given VIP status Plus One tickets to their show and took AJ.

AJ texted the next day marveling at how I manage to encounter such people on a daily basis.
I then reminded AJ of how we'd met. Haha! The End.

Pist gave me a Llama

Greetings from Grandmadam Antifa

North St. Louis City - The Ville Neighborhood

Five months after the tornado.

Hit & Run

Yes, I truly have the best adventures.
This old white hipster rear ended my car, declined to pull over, relented and said he would, then sped off. I took off after him for 12 minutes of a high speed case though TGE. I'd been preparing for this all of my life so the game was afoot. I followed him down brick alleys, several turns, one complicated turn until I lost him but it was so worth it.
The responding officer told me that 70% of the car accidents in STL result in people fleeing the scene.
Do you know this dude?
And there I was on my way to NSTL to deliver food to Larry's kitchen. Hence, the delay.

Greeting from Grandmama Antifa - The 7th Decade

With vintage Hermes.

Pist gives me vintage Children's books about Dogs

The Ville, The Greater Ville. 9/25