Brewers vs. Cardinals in St. Louis with Foley

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These tiles were connected to some sort of chimes or bells that played whenever you stepped on them, so I danced around and composed my concerto. It's too bad that I didn't record any of it because it could've been my grand Opus, just like Mr. Holland.

There are kid playgrounds then there are adult playgrounds. Kid playgrounds have slides, swings and climbing structures. One would then assume that adult playgrounds would be bars and strip clubs, but I'll tell you that is definitely wrong. Adult playgrounds are places like the Gateway Mall in St. Louis which had artwork and fountains that you could mess with and run through. Most adults probably sit back and admire the beauty and skill it took to create these pieces. But I'm not most adults. I ran haphazardly through the water plumes and dodged the spraying jets. And I giggled like a little schoolgirl. I was the only one doing this, so I guess you could hardly call it an adult playground.

I don't know who planned this area of downtown who who selected the artwork that would grace the lawns, but I was surprisingly ok with it. I mean c'mon, who doesn't love Pinocchio? All that little wooden bastard wants to do is become a real boy. I feel for him.

I don't understand why this is classified as art. It's just a crude led black and yellow board of 2 people walking. Maybe I'm just not hip to the current trendy art scene. Or maybe I just don't give a shit to find out why it was here. Whatever the reason may be, Foley and I took turns imitating art in real life and became part of the artist's vision. Or we could've just been two fools walking in front of two walking stick figures.