A Tourist In Your Own Town
Long ago and so far away, when dad would take me and my sister out for the weekends, we would set out on excursions...adventures... mysterious travels. Two little wide eyed girls...(ok one wide eyed little girl...the other whiny and unruly) sorry siste r! :( would get settled in the car and go for these long unknown trips to discover what dad so wanted to share with us. I can not tell you how many times we heard stories about the water tunnels in Forest Park and how he and Uncle Ronnie lived up on the other side of the park and they would make their underground escape to surface right in the middle of what had been known as the Louisianna Purchase Exposition. Now mind you this wasn't 1904...more like 1940 something... but still the way dad made it sound, he was right there in the middle of making history. While we would visit the Muny, the Zoo, the Art Museum and all the other Fantabulous attractions in that park if felt like we were making our mark too on uncharted explorations