Huckabee Gives Wright Some Slack

I know I have at least one  Huckabee fan as a semi-regular reader so I thought I’d post this (I snagged it off Ezra Klein’s blog): Huckabee on the Reverend Jeremiah Wright (he of “God damn America” fame).

 And one other thing I think we’ve gotta remember. As easy as it is for those of us who are white, to look back and say “That’s a terrible statement!”…I grew up in a very segregated south. And I think that you have to cut some slack — and I’m gonna be probably the only Conservative in America who’s gonna say something like this, but I’m just tellin’ you — we’ve gotta cut some slack to people who grew up being called names, being told “you have to sit in the balcony when you go to the movie. You have to go to the back door to go into the restaurant. And you can’t sit out there with everyone else. There’s a separate waiting room in the doctor’s office. Here’s where you sit on the bus…”

Dana Perino’s Just a Girl

No time for the bloggy today, no time to tell you all the uninteresting facts I learned about Jacksonville, Florida, no time to tell you about the uninteresting beers I drank at River City Brewing near Jackson Landing. So, today, I just give you this awesome quote from White House Press Secretary Dana Perino.

I seem to be in the minority on this, and I probably shouldn’t mentioned it, but for a White House that no longer cares about its personal image, but rather is hoping to keep its political Tourettes in check until November to help out flyboy McCain, I thought that Perino was a good choice. She has a relaxed personal charm completely lacking in the previous appointees, she has a tempered and refined manner of speech, her tone is moderate and crisp, one might say genuinely pleasant. And she has a professional iron shirt that reporters must find infuriating. Nevertheless, I’m not sure what must have been going through her mind when she said this:

Some of the terms I just don’t know, I haven’t grown up knowing. The type of missiles that are out there: patriots and scuds and cruise missiles and tomahawk missiles. And I think that men just by osmosis understand all of these things, and they’re things that I really have to work at — to know the difference between a carrier and a destroyer, and what it means when one of those is being launched to a certain area.

Brava!

Of course, you gotta love that Wikipedia which contains this gem:

In 2007, Perino appeared on the radio quiz show Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! known for, in an amusing fashion, embarrassing the guests. Perino told a self-deprecating, humorous anecdote about how she had to ask her husband about the Cuban Missile Crisis after it came up in a press briefing.

Heheh. She could have just watched Kevin Cosnter’s docudramathon, Thirteen Days.

St. Louis: The Cuisine I

I’m not a real gourmand. I might be a foodie, but I doubt it. I like food, a lot. I know a lot of food facts and food history. And I like to cook. But really I just like eating. Not necessarily in a loutish stuff-my-face way but also that. That’s all preface for the fact that I only have four things to comment on in regard to food on this trip and all four took place in the St. Louis portion.

Miss Saigon:

There is a little restaurant just off the University of Washington campus called Miss Saigon. The decor is Easter-chic (kitcheny stencils in pale pink, yellow, green and blue–a description that makes it sound less Pier One than it was). The staff was friendly and the noodle bowl I ordered was good. But what made my visit to Miss Saigon commentworthy was the Vietnamese-style coffee.

Now, I’ve never had this tasty bevarine before and other, more urbane, readers may be underwhelmed by this description but this is my blog and if you want to write about the best Vietnamese coffee you’ve ever had be my guest, either in the comments here or start your own darn blog.

Basically they have this tiny metal cup in which they place the coffee grounds (Cafe du Monde Chickory) and hot water. The coffee drips down onto condensed sweet milk (sweet condensed milk) which sits like white gelatin underneath the black coffee. People confused by what beverage connoisseurs mean when they call various black or brown drinks “red” will stop being confused after the next step.

It would be logical for the black (or dark, dark, dark brown) coffee to turn a decent shade of mocha or beige once it was combined with the milk, but it doesn’t. Rather it turns an earthy orange–a warm burnt umber perhaps–but I’m not good with colors. And I should also add that this mixing of milk and coffee is a labored ordeal. The condensed milk is reluctant at first to accept the coffee at all and must be coaxed to do so with effort, including scraping the sides of the glass with a knife or fork. The waitress explained to me that it was important to get all the milk to balance the coffee properly.

Once mixed the coffee is poured over ice. Ouila! Delicious. Slap your hands and let’s move on.

Toasted Ravioli:

We were told before departing to the Lou that we had to have the toasted ravioli–some sort of genius regional delicacy that was not to be missed. It was fine but exactly what you would expect of deep-fried pasta filled with stuff. I’m from Indiana–home of of the Indiana State Fair and I am no stranger to the effects of deep-frying on various foodstuffs. I mean, deep-frying turns Twinkies into eclairs–that’s amazing. Deep-frying ravioli turns it into…deep-fried ravioli.

I may be biased because the waitress didn’t understand that when we asked that the sausage be taken off our order, we meant that it be taken from everything. Even when I ate meat I didn’t really like sausage all that much, so I was disappointed to find it in my cheese ravioli’s. On the other hand, the sausage ravioli was probably a more authentic experience than the cheese variety (unless that cheese was going to be Provel). So I say: Eh. Try it when you’re in St. Louis because it’s from there and it will help make your experience in the city unique to that city which is important in traveling, I think.

Ted Dewes:

Ted Dewes is a custard joint and it’s practically world famous. It’s Concretes were the inspiration to what ya’ll know as The Blizzard from Dairy Queen. The biggest difference between the two is that The Blizzard is made from ice cream and The Concrete is made from ice cream with eggs in it (a.k.a. custard). There is nothing in the world that people rave about more than custard and I’ve never gotten it. I like custard; I like it a lot. But I also like ice cream and the difference between the two is not worlds, it’s a few uncooked eggs. I suppose that adds something to the flavor, I do like custard more than ice cream. I suppose it adds to the texture–that’s what I’m told and, to be honest, I didn’t know that ice cream and custard were so closely related until just a few years ago because custard is so darned smooth and cream–and I assume that’s because of the eggs.

But how far is Ted Dewes from, say Ritters? Not far–maybe as far as ice cream is from custard. It’s probably a little better but I think Ritters has a wider selection of flavors. Oh! here’s something neat. Ted Dewes only makes vanilla. All the flavors they offer are blended in when you order. So, there’s that. With that said, I may not have sampled enough to make a solid estimate of its value. Nevertheless, it is excellent custard and if that’s your thing, then you have to go to Ted Dewes when you’re in St. Louis. If you are not in St. Louis and you’re thinking of a reason to go, Ted Dewes might be that reason. However, if you’ve been feeling down because you can’t get to St. Louis and the thought of not trying the inspiration for the Blizzard is causing you to drag you feet, well, don’t worry, it’s not that big of a deal.

St. Louis-style Pizza:

The girlfriend and I drove around a lot and wherever we went we saw Imo’s Pizza and so we knew that before we left we would have to try some. You see, we eat pizza sometimes as many as four times a week, sometimes twice in one day. It’s a problem. The opportunity to try a new (and apparently popular) pizza could not be passed up.

The Imo’s was delivered and we quickly flipped open the lid. My girlfriend made the “Wah-wah” noise that I don’t know how to spellout…it’s that noise that says “Suprise, you just won a … a pile of crap! Wah-wah.” With me? Good. Nothing stared back at us from the box. What…lay?…melted?…offended? there before us was a round cracker smothered in tomato paste with a glaze of toxic waste rolling around on top. But I was not to be deterred. It was “pizza” after all and I was raised on Tombstones. I come from the land of Pizza King. I once enjoyed a pizza buffet at CiCi’s. So I had a bite. It was…odd?…good?…crap?

The crust was so thin it cracked at the slightest move toward bending the slice. And by “slice” I mean the tiny squares (think “party cut” but smaller) into which the pizza was divided. The sauce was thick and sweet, a deep deep red that I presumed could only be artificially created. The cheese felt synthetic in the mouth. It caused me to salivate like it was salted. The texture was super creamy. It gave a certain smoothing, moist, nearly-tart sensation that has only been matched in my experience with American cheese. The Americany-quality of the cheese combined with that sweet sauce tasted vaguely (or more than vaguely) like Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee. But, as Wikipedia will tell you Hector Boiardi never made it any further west than The Cleve. The pizza was so deliberately wrong it presented itself as a regional favorite despite the fact that I did not know there was such a thing as “St. Louis-style pizza.”

But surely Imo’s got it wrong (Wikipedia says that Imo’s is thought to be the originator of the style–if true I can only assume that this is a case more analogous to music where the first person to do something does so crudely–perhaps more authentically but less palatable). So I wanted to find the Bob Marley to Imo’s Desmond Dekker (if you will…although that particular comparison is either to congratulatory to Imo’s or insulting to Mr. Dekker)

So when the girlfriend and I traveled to The Hill a few days later we did so in pursuit of two things: Toasted Ravioli and true St. Louis-style pizza. Of the dozens of Italian restaurants along Southwest and the surrounding streets that make up this historic Italian neighborhood we decided on Rigazzi’s for no other reason than one of the many guidebooks we stumbled upon recommended it. The fact that it was the oldest Italian restaurant in the area didn’t hurt either. So we hunted and found Rigazzi’s at the bottom of St. Louis Hill and around the corner a bit, hunkered down near the end of Daggett Avenue by the Kingshighway overpass to the east and warehouses to the south and west.

I should also mention, although we did not learn about this until later, that Al Capone was once arrested here. Awesome. I don’t know if Al Capone’s presence speaks to the authentic Italian experience but it does speak to the quintessential Italian-American experience.

Their beer selection is awful. I had the Bud Select. I could have had Bass, like the girlfriend, but I like to drink local and although Anheuser distributes Bass, I don’t think that counts.

The pizza was….

….

….good.

My eating partner is a touch more cautious with her comment. She will say, if asked, that it was “better than Imo’s.” It might only be that the presenation was infinitely better. It actually looked like a pizza and not a burnt and half-melted Frisbee about to be tested for heavy-metal contamination. I sneakily asked the waitress what the “third cheese” in their Provel mixture was, “Provolone, Mozzarella, and…” she said “cheddar” but real Provel doesn’t have Mozzarella, it has Swiss. This could have been a slip up on the part of the waitress, or it could have been an unwitting admission that Rigazzi’s makes their St. Louis-style pizza more palatable by making it less St. Louisy. You’ll have to follow up with them to know for sure, but I have my guess.

The sauce still had that overly sweet, almost Chef Boy-Ar-Dee taste but the canned-paste quality was noticeably less severe than in Imo’s version. And the crust still cracked under very slight pressure (which I learned is because it is an unleavened crust and not because of its thinness).

All-in-all a decent food roundup: Toasted Ravioli, St. Louis-style pizza, and Ted Dewes, all a part of a distinctly St. Louis experience…and Vietnamese coffee…which is not part of the “St. Louis Experience”…but was for me. Also the goat cheese and curry flat bread at Schlafly that I mentioned yesterday that was probably the best food of the whole trip. I could have eaten that and drank Vietnamese coffee the entire time and wouldn’t have felt deprived.

St. Louis: The Beer II

One of my favorite activities associated with these megabreweries is following up my visit to them with a visit to a local brewery. In St. Louis, this means Schlafly. A few years back in repayment for something or other a friend of mine brought me a six pack of Schlafly and it was decent beer, I thought, and definitely better than Bud. So I got the address off the internetz and off we went. Girlfriend and I wound up at the Schlafly brewpub which, as we found out, is not the facility that you can take a tour of. Nevertheless we chitchatted about this and that and knocked back a few.I had their IPA and the dry-hopped APA. Both excellent beers although my preference is for the crisper and more aromatic American Pale. Girlfriend had the Pilsner which, if I can judge from just my one sip, was a phenomenal recreation of they way Pilsner Urquell is supposed to taste. The atmosphere was laid back-chic and the beer was great so I was even more excited to get over to the Bottleworks to take the tour, sample the free beer, and see how they bottle it! (What is it with the bottling part that so damned fascinating?) Unfortunately we had timed our arrival at the Schlafly pub for the start of the last tour, so the chance of making it to the bottleworks was -1.

So the next day, I got the address for the brewery and looked at the map available on their website. I did not googlemap it. Woe and alack!

The odyssey from the hotel to the Schlafly Bottleworks was painful, humorous, frustrating, intriguing, but mostly it was just long–real long. The map said it was real easy to get to; the nice lady on the phone at the Bottleworks whom I called after our first 30 minutes not finding the joint told me it was very easy; the lady at the 7-11 we had to ask for directions 20 or 30 minutes after that told us it was very easy to find, and so did the two very nice ladies at the Schnucks grocery store we stopped in for directions (and a bathroom break) 20 minutes after that.

Each one accompanied their “very easy” comment with a series of directions that, when taken in toto, would have to be considered the urban equivalent of rural America-backroads directions. She said:

“It’s very easy. Let me just draw you map.”

She proceeded to start drawing lines on the back of a receipt. Then there are more lines, then more lines, then more linesShe ended up sketching a Jackson Pollack before wadding it up, saying:

“This is too confusing. Let me just tell you what to do. It’s very easy. Just go out here: this is Arsenal. Take a left on Arsenal and take a left at the light. The road kind of curves around and then you will come to the stop sign. I think it’s the first one, but it might be the second. You’ll know which one because the road kind of crosses a little creek and runs into the firehouse. Well, you want take a right and then a left real quick…because you’re really not turning left, you’re trying to go straight but the road it kind…it turns…y’know? Ok..well, you know what?… Now that I say it out loud, it’s probably easier to take Kingshighway.

“OK. Take a left here on Arsenal and take a left on Kingshighway. You’re going to go over the expensive bridge and take a left on (some road) and take that down into Edgewood. Do you know where that is? (I told her I didn’t.) Well it’s just down there. And you’re going to go past a fly by night car dealership and you’re going to see a really crappy delivery pizza joint on the left. The Bottleworks is behind the pizza joint. If you see the Sav-A-Lot, you’ve gone too far, but that might be a good thing because if you just turn around right there, you’ll see the Bottleworks.”

This is the short version. Meanwhile, in my head, I’m thinking about how ridiculous all this is, and I’m wondering why she whispered, “fly by night.” Is it code for something? It was an especially curious tonal shift in light of the fact that as we went down into Edgewood it was basically nothing but crappy car dealerships.

However, it turns out that the Bottleworks is “behind” a Pantera Pizza. What kind of “bottleworks” is so tiny that it’s behind a crappy little pizza joint? Well, it turns out that by “behind” she meant “on the road a block behind the pizza joint.” Neat, huh? It’s very easy.

What I didn’t know, and what I learned later, is the road that the Schlafly Bottleworks is on is a magic road in St. Louis called Southwest which starts off at Kingshighway and goes, fittingly, southwest from there. It cuts through an area famous as an Italian immigrant stronghold called The Hill then vanishes under an assumed name, goes directly west for about a block and then, contrary to all expectations shoots up toward the northwest. It is on this northwestern (or southeastern) portion of this Jonathan Livingston Seagull of roads where resides the Bottleworks.

Nevertheless, we made it. And I had many beers: I had both the ESB and the Scotch Ale while waiting for the tour to start. (I also had the goat cheese dip with curry-soaked flatbread which was freaking amazing). After the tour I sampled the No. 15, the Oatmeal Stout and the Extra Irish Stout. I also a sample a sample of my girlfriend’s Hefeweizen. All-in-all great beers, superb models of their styles but my vote for best beer on the list is the ESB which was shockingly complex, bright, effervescent. It was a real pleasure. Girlfriend like the hefe, proclaiming it the best one she’s ever had. In my mind it didn’t quite reach the level of the King Rudy brewed locally at Greenwood’s Oaken Barrel.

Barack Obama’s Speech on Race

I just finished hearing (and reading) the speech Obama gave today. I thought it was excellent. In terms of performance, Obama did not reach the heights he has with previous oratorical efforts but he definitely got close, especially in the second half. He bumbled a couple of times, nothing big at all and he recovered gracefully. He varied very little from the speech that was sent out to reporters ahead of time.

(The version provided here [PDF] was edited, by me, to account for the minor differences. I did not edit in phrases that were repeated do to pauses, nor did I mark pauses for applause or what were clearly errors in delivery except for one that Obama himself edited to fit in. I marked conjunctive additions and substantial changes made for either clarity or rhythmic reasons).

What is most striking about this speech, and there are a handful of striking things, is its level of nuance. It is not a sound-byte heavy speech and when there are sound-bytes to be had, they are likely to favor Democratic opposition. Saying that Reverend Wright “has been like family” to him has already been picked up by Fox News despite the fact that the phrase is immediately preceded by “as imperfect as he may be” (4).

Another striking element is that I just can’t imagine any other person, politician or not, being able to pull this speech off other than Obama. His eloquence combined with his mixed racial and ethnic heritage make him uniquely capable of delivering a speech on the innumerable reasons it is difficult to talk about race in this country.

Would even John Edwards, populist that he is, be able to talk straightforwardly enough to say that “…the white community…[must acknowledge]…that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people” (7) or that white people have justifiable resentment toward government actions like busing or “…when they hear that.an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed” (6)? I don’t think so.

Would any current politician risk quoting William Faulkner in any speech about race, if they ever got brave enough to give a speech about race?

I doubt it.

I guess the last most striking thing about the speech is that I think it might work. The hardcore racists and the hardcore conservatives in this country were never going to vote for Obama to begin with. They were lost to him before he was in the race. They will use Reverend Wright’s sermons to galvanize themselves and to convince themselves that they are making the right decision based on something other than emotional reasons. But for those voters who were considering Obama but that might have gotten scared away by his association with Reverent Wright, I think this speech may help assuage their fears. Furthermore, and more importantly Obama has re-engineered the biggest strike against him so far into nearly 40 minutes of free press coverage. He gave a speech today that every news outlet in the country either covered or aired. In that speech Obama looked presidential to the Nth degree. He was reasoned, he was calm, he was humble, he was eloquent. He was sensitive and level-handed on a possibly riot-inducing issue. He favorably worked in the OJ trial. He called attention to the ridiculousness of modern campaign coverage without sounding whiny. He appeared literate and well-educated without appearing elitist or demagougish. He sounded respectful not only of his Republican opposition but of the differences over racial issues within the Democratic Party. He was even able to extend the wide expanse under his protective wing to Hillary Clinton without appearing to be condescending to her campaign at all.

It was a master stroke of politicking. If Obama goes on to win the election in November, those that chart the course for such things will mark today’s speech as an important move. It was exactly this sort of thoughtful response to vicious attacks that Kerry failed to do in 2004. One thing Obama has made clear is that he is rubber and everybody else is glue. If you attack him he will use his 9th level verbal judo to make you look like an ignorant buffoon. In the wake of his speech those that continue to attack him on this issue are already finding that they look insipid or worse.

The speech is worth the read but, obviously, it’s better if you can watch or listen to it. We simply don’t talk about race in this country at this level and for Obama to do so is fairly amazing. It’s going to be an important moment in this election cycle and it may well prove to be one of the more important moments in early 21st century politics. Of course, I may be too optimistic when it comes to these things. Get back to me in 20 or 30 years, will ya?

St. Louis: The Beer I

The experience of touring a megabrewery is significantly enhanced if you can juxtapose it against touring a microbrewery. Seriously. As a matter of fact, doing both significantly raises both experiences to such a degree that the combination is itself its own completely unique and totally enjoyably experience.

I toured the Coors Brewery in Golden, Colorado several years ago and did no such followup tour of a microbrewery. I was with a huge group of friends, many of which only reluctantly agreed to the Coors Tour and did not share my love of zymurgy and so would probably not have agreed to a microbrew tour even if I’d thought of such a thing…which I didn’t.

To me, the Coors tour was great, it was my first tour of any brewery and I was fascinated by the whole thing. However, I failed to see the difference between the Coors Brewery and any manufacturing plant. Several years later, I still fail to see the difference. In both someone points to various inhumanely-sized tanks and tells a crowd of laypeople the temperature of the tank, where it came from, and then motions to various hoses that lead into and out of the tanks. Then you walk to where the hoses lead. In the case of a brewery it’s often more tanks. In other plants it’s sometimes an oven. In any case, you almost always end up in a huge room filled with conveyor belts which end in rows of packed pallets. What I did not understand then was that a place like Coors needs to be put into perspective. You need to see what they do compared to what others in the same business are doing. You need to see that it’s not just possible to make beer without millions of dollars of metal and PVC but that it’s happening, right there, just miles from where you’re standing.

A couple years later, with dear friend The MCP, I toured the Miller Brewery in Milwaukee (at the time of the 100th Anniversary of Harley-Davidson, no less) and we followed the tour with one of Lakefront Brewery–a combination I heartily recommend. I so heartily recommend it that I repeated the experience just about a year or two later myself. On my most recent pass through Milwaukee about a year ago I went to Lakefront and not Miller and, don’t get me wrong, the beer at Lakefront, the environment, the ambiance, were all good, but, it was…lacking. I could tell from the look on my friends’ faces that, without Miller to provide them a frame of reference, Lakefront just wasn’t all I’d made it out to be in the lead up to the tour.

On this most recent jaunt to St. Louis I found myself, obviously, at the Anheuser-Busch brewery, with a follow-up two days later at the Schlafly Bottleworks and…maybe because Anheuser-Busch is so big…at the Trailhead Brewery in St. Charles.

The most important and most attractive reason to take a brewery tour is because at the end you often get free beer. What megabrewers know and understand, and what I know but do not understand, is that the second most exciting thing about a brewery tour is the bottling operation. People flip their lids about bottle-fillers and little robot glue-licker/bottle labelers. They love to see shiny bottles of beer hoisted from conveyor belts and placed in boxes–boxes getting taped and hoisted onto pallets–pallets getting wrapped–wrapped pallets getting moved to a warehouse. Sometimes you get to see the warehouse. People love to see all that beer in one place even though, even if they lived to be a million years old they could never drink all of it themselves. To me it’s weird.

For one thing, as a beer lover, it pains me to be in the area where megabrewers like Anheuser-Busch actually destroy their beer and brag about it to boot. This whole cold-filtering, pasteurization process is no good for beer. I mean, we all have our tastes and all but let’s call a turd a turd.

The other reason it’s weird is because, if you like to see lots of stuff in one place, there are bigger operations that do their job faster and store more of it than Anheuser does. I mean, what’s the difference between seeing ketchup bottled and beer bottled? Nothing really-not if what you like to see is bottles being filled and crated.

Oh well.

However, each megabrewer has some unique things to offer the tourbound and Anheuser is no exception. The best thing Anheuser offers is Bevo (pronounced to rhyme with the Russian word for beer, pivo, that is: BEE-voh.) Bevo is a fox, based off Renard the Fox from fairytaledom. It is also a now defunct alcohol-free malt beverage (read: near beer) manufactured between 1916 and 1929. Bevo the Fox was the mascot for Bevo the Drink. Bevo the Fox was always in search of Good Food, Good Drink, and Good Times.

Statues of Bevo adorn the four corners of the building in which his signature drink used to be manufactured during those dark prohibition times. In the statues he is happily munching on a huge chicken leg. There is no mystery why a fox would think that a huge chicken constituted Good Food. Nor is there any doubt why having found, killed, and cooked a huge chicken, eating it would be considered Good Times. I do however have my doubts that Bevo the Fox (or anyone else) found Bevo the Drink to be Good. As Wikipedia will tell you, Bevo was so popular that it found itself deep in the pop culture of the Roaring Twenties, typically as a measure of incompetence. A new Army recruit was called a Bevo and it was said of those that couldn’t hold their liquor that they “couldn’t hold their Bevo.” In the absence of beer, Bevo was Good Enough, but not Good, I’m sure.

Nevertheless 100-year old German-style buildings with statues of Foxes eating chicken are pretty awesome and you should take the free tour to check them out. If you don’t like beer Anheuser-Busch is now in the business of making mixed liquor drink like the Bacardi samplers and energy drinks too both of which can be sampled in the Hospitality Room at tour’s end.

Oh! And there are horses too.

The girlfriend and I followed this tour up with a visit to the Schlafly Brewpub the next day, and the day after that we took a tour of the Schlafly Bottleworks (complete with three beer samples). Between the beer I had at the brewpub, the beer I had in the restaurant at the Bottleworks, and the beer I sampled after the tour (and counting those samples I took of the girlfriend’s beer) I tried every beer they currently have tapped. All are good, above average, even. But, in my opinion, the best beer they offer right now is their ESB.

I could venture off into a post better fitted to a gourmet website, but I won’t. It will suffice to say that it:

• It is hard to create a new recipe that creates a flavorful balance between hops, alcohol, and malt flavors
• It is harder to do so within the established confines of pre-existing beer styles

The Schlafly ESB does just that. They have successfully found a new way to present an ESB that is still recognizably an ESB but provides enough newness that it stands out from the rest. Some people try to do perform that task by just moving out of the style: “It’s like an IPA but we made it with FRUIT!” Schlafly did it with pure skill.

We also sampled a couple of beers at the Trailhead Brewery in St. Charles. I had their Brown and their Porter and both were good. My partner had the Blonde also pretty good. Nothing exceptional in the beers although the staff at the St. Charles store were all exceptionally friendly. The brewer took time to personally show us the inner-workings of the establishment even though he was ankle deep in wort at the time, a gesture that I could not show enough appreciation for.

Just for the record: We also took two cases of Tecate with us. In the presence of so much good beer (including some of the sham craft-style stuff that Anheuser puts out) the Tecate became almost undrinkable.

Almost.

St. Louis and Me

So at the last minute two weeks ago my wonderful girlfriend, stricken with a mortal case of wanderlust, began planning a trip for us to lovely Hot Springs, Arkansas. Together we decided that I could not take off enough time to drive down there and enjoy it. Also, it was going to be fairly expensive…at least considering that the destination was going to be Arkansas and not, say, Florida.

So we canceled the trip and opted instead for a five-day jaunt in St. Louis, Missouri. Well, this last, last minute trip to Missouri proved to be unfulfilling for the wanderlust prone and it required a last, last, last minute trip to Jacksonville, Florida (and a stop-over in Athens, Georgia). Which took the time we decided I didn’t have and used as much if not more money that we had anticipated for the Arkansas trip. Nevertheless, it was a good trip and, as it turned out, much needed.

I don’t really have time to blog and since I didn’t read the paper or watch the news while I was gone, I don’t have anything to really blog about…politics-wise. So for the next few days, while I get caught up at work and the world, here are some things I did/thought about/noticed/ate/drank over the last week:

St. Louis:

Despite living no more than 4 hours from St. Louis through most of my life, despite having an aunt and uncle who live there, despite having a good friend who went to graduate school there, despite considering that same graduate school for myself, I have never spent anytime in the city. I’ve passed through on my way to other destinations, I have songs on my iPod about it, I’ve even studied in it in various history courses, but I never really got out, stretched my legs, and said hello. And I have to say:

eh.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s a real neat town. For one, it’s history is wrapped up with

1) French fur-traders which means there’s a lot of gothic arches in the windows and door frames. There’s lots of oddly-named streets (at least odd to someone who’s used to all the streets being named after Anglos, Saxons, and German-Germans). There’s a ton of Catholic Churches, sometimes as many as five in one block.

2) Jazz and Blues. I didn’t hear any live versions of either but the very first song on the radio on the very first day was a Louis Jordan song and I wondered “How does NPR know that I’m here?”

3) The American Frontier/Merriweather Lewis and Whathisname Clark and there’s still an air of rough-and-tumble in pretty much everything from contemporary city planning and people’s handshakes.

But.

There’s also distinct lack of compassion for the citizens of the town. I stopped counting, or even noting, the amount of new subdivisions, parks, tourist attractions, etc that were clearly built on top of the ex-homes of poor people. I don’t mean like, “really near the homes of poor people;” I mean “on the land that used to be where poor people lived but is now a park they don’t have the time to enjoy.”

From what I can tell, if a factory goes defunct in St. Louis the last guy out the door smashes a window and it all goes downhill from there. Very prominently as you enter St. Louis from the east is a huge warehouse with all the windows and many of the walls completely gutted and gone. It is neither the last nor the most prominent, nor the most troublesome symptom of a horrible disease rotting the town.

Mansions are preserved everywhere in the town. They live on brick roads lined with majestic shade trees, gated on both ends, in the middle of otherwise poor neighborhoods–not just here and there, but dotted off all major thoroughfares. It’s positively third world. There is the ghost of linen-suited aristocrats clubbing golf balls off their rooftops everywhere you look.

With that said, when St. Louis is at its best, it is stunning. It’s sense of historic pride is profound. Every era of St. Louis’ history is preserved and honored somewhere. Across the river from St. Louis (in Illinois) in Cahokia is a UN World Heritage site marking the center of the Northern Western Hemisphere’s largest pre-Colombian civilization. On Missouri’s side of the great Mississip is, of course, the Gateway Arch (or the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial as it is officially known) honoring America’s growth over the Mississippi and beyond. Over on the Missouri River on the western edge of St. Louis is St. Charles, an entire pre-Manifest Destiny town nearly completely preserved and converted into one of the most charming historic shopping districts in the nation (that I’ve seen). Right in the middle of town is a working class neighborhood called The Hill, which is not only a living testament to both America’s immigrant past (The Hill is an Italian immigrant stronghold) but also to its power as a melting pot. Also, Al Capone was once arrested there, in a restaurant called Rigazzi’s. There is of course the Anheuser-Busch Brewery and also Schlafly’s. Both have historic exhibits with pictures, beer cans, posters, etc of the area’s numerous ex-brewers.

I loved the St. Louis leg of our tour. It was a unique experience in a great many ways (more tomorrow) unfortunately the weather and the fact that it’s hard to consider anywhere in the Midwest “exotic” meant that when our time was up, we still had vacationing to do. So, if you’re looking to really “get away” and “forget your troubles” I do not recommend St. Louis. The town is no stranger to bad times and it is unlikely you will forget yours while there. There isn’t enough beer in St. Louis to wash away the pain and agony stomped into the bricks and concrete of which the town is built.

The Head-to-Head: Dems 1 and 2 vs. Citizen McCain

Survey USA has done the head-to-head match-ups for November: Obama vs. McCain and Clinton vs. McCain. As can be seen by their handy graphic to the left there, either Obama or Clinton will beat McCain and by roughly the same amount of electoral votes.

A few things should be pointed out however. First of all, the sample size is incredibly small. Just 600 people per state. Also, a lot can happen between now and November. Some things will happen that will be good for Republicans…like a war in Iran, or Democrats’ continued failure to pass anything meaningful in Congress (or, more likely, they might actually stand up to Bush from time-to-time but as a consequence get knocked down for making the country vulnerable to terrorists). Some things will be good for Democrats like…constantly reminding everyone that McCain thinks it’s a good idea to commit to being in Iraq for the next 100 years. I mean, I know what it is he (probably) means, but I don’t think it makes a good sound byte.

Also, I think in both instances above there are some pretty big Ifs. For example, Clinton wins Florida, presumably on her strengths with Hispanics; and, Obama wins Michigan, presumably on his tough anti-Nafta talk and appeal amongst African-Americans…or something; but both lose the other. However, unless something happens between now and then regarding the seating of delegates from those states, there’s a good chance that Democrats disenfranchised now will be uninspired to go to the polls. If Democratic numbers are tenuous enough in those regions that merely switching from one Dem to the other causes a loss or gain, then I don’t think that either candidate has a strong chance in either state.

There’s a similar weakness in fundamental sentiment in each of the other states that one, but not the other Dem wins: West Virginia, Washington, Oregon, Nevada, Utah, Arkansas, etc. By Survey USA’s accounting nearly 20% of states are swing states this time around. I am no stranger to the “Purple America” theory, but it seems that if we’re as purple as people say we are; and if there’s enough Republican backlash right now, then wherever Clinton wins, Obama wins and vice versa. I can see a handful of states where that wouldn’t be true. Clinton wins Arkansas, for example, and Obama loses. Obama wins Washington where Clinton loses–but that’s just based on Clinton’s homefield advantage in AR and Obama’s appeal to the Washington demographic.

The closeness of the primaries alone should lead one to suspect that the race won’t have as much discrepancy between the two options as presented here. But what do I know?

Oh Yeah!

And McCain locked it up Tuesday night. But you saw that coming.

Prolonged Campaign Helps Democrats?

Bouncing between historical analogs and modern day media realities Walter Shapiro answers the biggest question bounding around the blogosphere yesterday: Is the prolonged Democratic race bad for Democrats come November?

Conventional wisdom and Rush Limbaugh (oddly enough) agree that it does. Clinton and Obama both vying for the lion’s share of the ever-diminishing pool of available delegates will resort to nastier and nastier attacks. Already critics of Clinton’s smear machine have spoken up against Clinton’s 3AM ad which implies, not only that Clinton will be ready on Day One, but that Obama will cause your children to be murdered in their sleep if he’s the guy in the Oval Office. The problem, of course, is that a charge like that doesn’t go away when the person delivering the message is John McCain. In fact, it gets worse. “Look,” Citizen McCain can say, “Even his fellow Democrat doesn’t trust this guy to keep your children safe.”

Shapiro takes issue with the conventional wisdom by focusing on two specific pieces of data. Democrats are famous for settling on a candidate fairly early, by March at least and it hasn’t helped them so far. Even Bill Clinton, he points out, was only nominally challenged until the California primary and despite his early clinching of the DNC nomination, he trailed behind both Bush 41 and Ross Perot.

And the other reality is the slathering maw of a press hungry for drama-laden stories. There is no more drama in the Republican race. According to Shapiro there were roughly four times as many stories following up on the Democratic primaries as on the Republican ones–and that despite the fact that McCain still had a “challenger” in Mike Huckabee.  In the months and weeks ahead, with McCain campaigning for November with the full arsenal of the GOP, he can only divide his attacks between both candidates or hurl them more broadly on Democrats  in general–and no one will care.

Meanwhile Clinton and Obama will dominate the press as they go for each other’s jugulars.

It bears pointing out that this is exactly what did in John Edwards  before Nevada and South Carolina. Despite running strongly in both Iowa and New Hampshire, the press completely ignored Edwards when Obama and Clinton began flaring up at one another, focusing instead on the tit-for-tat going on between the frontrunners.

Is the double-headed beast Clintama-Obamaton going to Edwardsify McCain? It could happen. I think Shapiro is ignoring the harms of a prolonged campaign in favor of underscoring the gains, which is probably for the best since most everybody else is doing the opposite.