Wednesday, 02 December 2009
As a kid I my family took a trip from my home in Beavercreek, Ohio, to Boulder, Colorado, for a visit with my mom's relatives. On the way we stopped in St. Louis, Missouri, for a day to take in a Cardinals baseball game and journey to the top of the St. Louis Arch. I was a huge baseball fan and any chance to catch a game outside my “home” Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati seemed as cosmopolitan an experience as a 10-year-old could imagine. Couple that with a story I had read about a guy who tried to catch a baseball dropped from the top of the arch, only to end up with a broken jaw, heightened the anticipation. It was a surreal ride, though, clumbering up the arch's 630 feet of curvature via an enclosed tram. The little cars ...