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, Dea