By Doug Olmsted THE FLASK The dark oak grains of the desk in the general manager’s office still stretched and spiraled along its length like he remembered. The black and white photo taken during the fire that burned the St. Louis Beaver’s first stadium – the sinister work of the crosstown-rival Reds – still hung…
Author: dolmsted39
Prison of Shadows
A note brought me there, slipped to me by a red-faced boy on my daily walk along the banks of the Mississippi. A simple note,eight words and a signature, words that could mean everything, or nothing, maybe both, scrawled in delicate cursive on a stationary note from the First St. Louis Savings and Loan. A.C….