Looking for a change in the weather

Around about May, I start looking wistfully at the calendar and wondering when fall will get here. Now that it's August in St. Louis, I think about nothing more than how much I'd like to be someplace else.

And blizzards. I think about blizzards.

I've tried to acclimate to the Gateway City. Really, I have. Even though I've been here for nearly nineteen years, however, my roots have never gone deep, and I think a strong breeze could pull me up and send me aloft. It's no coincidence that my first ...