St. Louis, the Post and Hoosiers go to Prom

I love Anderson Cooper’s 360 blog.

Today’s post, about Black Jack, Missouri and a couple there who must get married or move, makes me a little blue about ol’ St. Lou. It’s stories like this that remind me of what I don’t miss about my former town.

I’m also a little bummed today because Terry Egger, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch’s publisher, has resigned. The paper has seen, in rapid succession, sale of the paper by Pulitzer to Lee Enterprises, the resignation of editor Ellen Soeteber, a buyout of seasoned and familiar reporters that left the staff a little thinner, and a lot younger, and now this. What will happen next?

I am missing St. Louis, though, particularly the people there (all but one of my co-workers, most of my friends and some family). I’m looking forward to a visit next month and hope it will be enough to fix my homesickness.

After four months in Charlottesville, it’s finally settled in. I. Live. Here. I’m not moving back, this hasn’t been some long, weird vacation, this is really where I live, for now, and maybe forever. This is home? Yes, this is home. I’ll get used to it, I swear.

And now, a special St. Louis edition of hoosiers in the news, the teen prom edition (editor’s note: anyone who wears a $218 dress with $5 nails from Wal-Mart automatically qualifies, no matter the ZIP code).