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Behold St. Louis. Lauren and I passed through this morning, and I must say, the familiar early morning cocktail of inexplicable gridlock and enraged motorists was nearly enough to make me a bit homesick. If I had only seen a couple more middle fingers, I may have gotten a bit misty.
We eventually made our way through the mess, courtesy of the Mark McGwire highway, our second run-in with a disgraced athlete in two days.
This picture, of course, is of St. Louis' famous Arch. While an architectural marvel, it also engendered a bizzare Pavlovian response in Lauren, who upon seeing it, immediately began salivating and begging for a McGriddle. Weird stuff.
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