Driving Home

Back in St. Louis, but why?  When you drive from the temperate stone walls and beaches of Rhode Island to a place that's right about 100F with 50 percent humidity and lots of sun, well, it seems downright nuts.

And as you drive, you cross over 1000 miles of America that look pretty good and not so insanely hot.

Nonetheless, I'm glad to be back.

Hard to figure, and I'm sure it's all just the way things worked out, and could have been different, and if I'd wound up in a different place I'm sure I would have an explanation.  But the explanation here is pretty good:  St. Louis is the capital of Cardinal Nation, a giant footprint in the Midwest, people from at least nine states who love the baseball team with the birds on the bat.  As I run west I could pick them up from a radio station in Jasper and would be able to carry on at least until Ponca City.

Baseball and St. Louis, each at the heart of America.

The team is making another pennant run, as it almost always does.  The population curses the heat, gets past it, and cheers them on towards October.