Meet Me In St. Louis, Louis? I Don't Think So.

These are a sampler of what I snapped through the windshield of the pickup on Monday, and it was not the worst of what I saw. If I'd had a little more time I might have come up with some real doozies. The whole place makes Camden look like the vacation spot of the western world, and it compares favorably with Dresden circa 1946.

I have invited my spouse to give me a quick lethal injection if I ever get the idea I want to move to St. Louis.