The movie brought back memories of when I first drove a car across the Mississippi River. The delicate steel monument was impossible to miss during the drive across across Poplar Street Bridge. While sandwiched between a shuffle of cars and trucks, my hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Yet chaos didn’t keep me from stealing a glance at the monument as I had since it was first built. Years later, while riding in a child seat, my nephew Ryan looked in wonder at the gleaming monument and thought of fast food. “Big Fries,” was his take on the scene. Larger than life and celebrating 50 years, The Arch is still at it.
Sunday, 22 November 2015 10:50