Posts Tagged ‘st. louis’

    My comfort mechanism

    Thursday, May 15th, 2008

    Last Friday, I spent $59.20 to fill up my 4-cylinder 1999 Honda Accord with regular unleaded gasoline. After I got over the sticker shock, I thought, “Thank god, I don’t live in California anymore,” where gas would’ve cost me around $3.95 per gallon, compared to $3.69.

    I always do this. Having lived in California for a quarter-century, I can’t help but compare the price I would pay for my lifestyle there versus here, in St. Louis, where life offers a different set of fun.

    I’ll bust out the comparison calculator when considering job salaries; I do it when sizing up real estate; estimating the cost of child-rearing, and, obviously, when summing up transportation costs.

    Aside from a quick mathematical exercise for my brain, I believe the act serves as a so-called comfort mechanism, and I employ it every time I begin to miss my home state and the perks that are housed within it.

    Instead of focusing on my cherished family and friends and temperate weather and breath-taking coastlines that California has going for it, I’ll scrutinize the pervasive gridlock and unaffordable homes and gazillion people who’d surely cramp my space and style.

    Then I’ll turn to St. Louis and say, “Thank you, Lou.”

    So, family and friends from the Left Side — the West Side — if I start up my California rant the next time we talk, just know that it’s because I miss you.


    I deserve thanks

    Saturday, September 1st, 2007

    …because I singlehandedly fund the Saint Louis Police Department.

    I’m five days shy of celebrating my first year in as an STLer, and I’ve received one parking ticket per month, on average. This would not be the case if it hadn’t been for that week in June — when I was short of quarters and unconcerned, and thus cited three days in a row.

    The officers here have an uncanny ability of knowing when my meter is up, or that my car is parked next to a barely recognizable yellow curb.

    So today, fresh from my tantrum over discovering my twelfth violation on the windshield, I vow to make it through the next year without a parking ticket.

    Oh, and I’m going on a diet.

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