About a million years and 51 million dollars ago, one businessman pushed for Forest Park and the Delmar Loop district to be connected by an old-school Saint Louis trolley, as in "Clang, clang, clang went the" etc.
We rode it on Saturday, when our expedition to see the new museum under the Arch was waylaid when we realized half a million other people were at the Arch grounds for the Fair.
I was excited to think I might be on the same trolley my fifteen-year-old Mom might have used to chat up boys. Mom and her friend Carleen would ride the trolley from one end to the other and practice the art of conversation. She said the boys who came in on the Forest Park Stop were the best, especially the ones who had been visiting the art museum. Sadly, though, it seems these are some imported Australian trolleys. They are lovely, if not original.
The tracks are not original, either. There are original tracks in other parts of the city, but the ground had to be dug up for these.
So, people in the Delmar Loop area and the Forest Park area had to suffer through streets being torn up, tracks laid, electric wires hung, cement poured, cement not being walked on for a month, hosing down the cement every day, and on top of that they were being taxed for ten years on top of that.
They. Hate. The. Trolley.
- For quite some time, people who parked on Delmar would have their side mirrors clipped off by the passing trolley.
- The trolley only goes ten miles an hour, so that means if you need to actually need to get somewhere on Delmar, you have to drive ten miles an hour. I heard the honking as cars waited behind the trolley as it plodded up a hill. Not just one car honking. A block-full of Delmar Boulevard honking.
- And then, later, as we drove through an intersection, a women waiting at the light leaned out the window of her car and shrieked, "YOU WASTE OF TAXPAYER MONEY!" at the trolley.
I felt bad for the trolley. I am certain no one treats trolleys this way in Australia.