Online Edition 04.12.06

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

Print Edition   

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.