Back in the summer of '80, my friend Rick and I drove to St. Louis to be in my cousin Matt's wedding. The night before the wedding, after the rehearsal and the dinner, the three of us made it down to the riverfront and got all shit-faced on Busch Bavarian beer. I'm not sure what prompted us besides our swollen bladders but we decided the Arch was as good of a place as any on which to pee. We joke about reenacting 3/4 of the Who's Next album cover. A little later we made it down to where the train tracks were down by the river and hopped on a slow moving train and rode it for a few hundred yards. I'd never hopped on a train or peed on a national memorial before and haven't since. Guess I got it out of my system.
