Last year I was living with my dad in Colorado and we figured a drive back to my hometown of St. Louis was in order. Much of his family remains in the area, and I hadn’t been back there since we left for Oregon in 1985. After a few quiet days in Glen Carbon, Illinois at his brother’s place, I became restless and took his Camry for a sojourn.
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I knew of East St. Louis’ reputation so I headed that direction, camera in tow.
So many brick buildings and houses. Hardly any of that out west.
A handyman’s delight.
Anyone care to call and ask how much they want?
I still miss my first-gen LS400.
Entertainment is sparse.
Finally some cars.
The car seemed nicely cared for. That was about it.
A few blocks from the cop shop.
An old church?
Some fine American iron.
I suddenly felt right at home. Love those late 70’s Toyota paint schemes.
I can’t joke about this place. Still not sure what to make of it.
In stark contrast to Paul’s recent article.
The solution to urban blight: Over The Top.