Pilgrims | by Andrea Avery
Work | by Aaron Belz
Music Man | by Daniel Durchholz
St. Pete's | by Franklin Jennings
Left Bank | by Brandyn Jones
The Training Ground | Tony Renner
Shoe Jail | by Stefene Russell
Work is a Four Letter Word | by Brett Underwood
Shoe Factory | by Andrea Avery
All Eyes: The Mansion Hotel | by Thomas Crone
Why We Never Leave South City | by Julie Dill
The Man Who Ran Corn for Mister Otha Turner | by Chris King
How I Became a Zackaroo | by Brian H. Marston
On Being Mr. Bibbs | by Michaela McGinn
Six Things About Barges You May Not Know | by Butler Miller
Businesses and Buildings | by Dana Smith
When The Honest World Has Passed Away | by Stefene Russell
My Road | by Tom Weber
St. Pete's |
by Franklin Jennings
At mid-century, a St. Louisan could’ve lived a decent life, if only dealing with local Pete’s.
A good trim, a plate lunch, a tank of gas. Depending on your needs, Pete was your man. Or, rather, Pete’s were your men.
In 1956, Pete’s were everywhere, bossmen in a variety of roles:
Pete’s Auto Repair, 1049 South Boyle
Pete’s Bar, 2722 North 13th
Pete’s Bar, 2601 Park
Pete’s Barber Shop, 4150 Delor
Pete’s Café, 4371 Hunt
Pete’s Delicatessen, 3127 North Newstead
Pete’s Pocket Billiards, 3629 West Florissant
Pete’s Service Station, 1500 North Grand
Pete’s Shoe Shop, 2119 South Jefferson
A richer community it’d be, with more Pete’s in business.
Can we agree that we need more Pete’s, today?
Franklin Jennings is St. Louis’ favorite cyber imp.