July 19th. St Louis.

OK, so you can’t keep this up all the time. Some very delicate bodies around this morning but thanks to the charming Robin and her nursing skills we are soon munching through egg and sausage pie, bacon and eggs, toast, juices and buckets of coffee – true comfort food and a true angel is our Robin, thank you. Once our personal hygiene was taken care of we set of for the baseball game. Yes, we are going to a baseball game - another experience. So we go to Busch Stadium to watch the Cardinals play San Diego. It was the experience. First we drove through south St. Louis (Carondelet Park) where Pat was born and where my good buddy Jerry lived. We bought the souvenirs and the beers, stood for the National Anthem and ‘Play ball’. I won’t go into the details of baseball as I still have to learn a lot of the plays but suffice to say the ‘Cardinals’ made a comeback in the 5th inning thanks to the wizardry of the batter Pujols. The Cardinals really won thanks to the fact that Pat, Willy and myself had jumbo hot dogs. We then took a drive out to see some of the original ‘slabs’ of Route 66 and drove around looking at the wonderful scenery that is the Ozarks. Burgers and sweetcorn on the porch and off for the sleep of champions.