The Death of a Slide

I have turned on the fireplace this morning and sat myself down to read. I have no coffee because I managed to break the coffee maker. Between me and the fire is the dog on her side, legs and face twitching as she dreams of I can only imagine. Soon we’ll walk and I’ll buy coffee from our new and VERY BRIGHT neighborhood coffee house. Along the way I will mourn the sad fact that I never managed to skate at Wet Willy’s, the old abandoned water slide park south and west of St. Louis. Yesterday, Deaf Skateboards reported that the park is no longer. First the Fat Boys break up, and now this…

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