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Although Unreal thinks Collinsville's more deserving, a hearty huzzah to Granite City, Illinois, for snagging an entire chapter in the new book The Absolutely Worst Places to Live in America. The east-side burg, known affectionately as Planet Granite to those of us who appreciate its Twin Peaks-ian quirks, was one of 50 across the nation selected by author David Gilmartin. And it stands in good company: Atlantic City ("filled with either drug whores or crack kingpins"); Gary, Indiana ("if you must come, bring galoshes or risk stepping in something nasty"); and Seattle ("...used to be a relatively nice place to live until it started believing its own hype") were also selected for membership in the (sour) cream of the crop.
"While not an out-and-out ghetto," Gilmartin writes of Granite City, "this blue collar mill town is remarkable for both the breadth and scope of its shortcomings, and for the way a palpable coat of failure seems spread across the city and its people." Gilmartin opines that despite its proximity to the universally decried East St. Louis, "Granite City seems somehow worse, if only because expectations seem a little higher."
Unreal thought Granite City should have a chance to respond.
"Oh, I don't agree with that at all," says Bob Dittman, owner of Goff and Dittman Florists, who relocated his flower shop from Madison to Granite City. "If Granite City is an armpit, than East St. Louis is a crotch. Plus, I grew up in Madison, which is probably a worse place to live than Granite City."
"Jane," a member of the staff at the Taco Bell on Madison Avenue (who declined to supply her real name) doesn't see it quite that way. "That's not a surprise," she tells Unreal. "Let's face it, downtown is centered in the middle of crack houses, drugs a high-traffic area." She says the steel mill helps business, but the tradeoff is "respiratory problems, allergy issues, increased headaches. I get headaches. When I first moved here" she relocated from neighboring Pontoon Beach "everybody was rude, strange, not very friendly. You'd think you were up north, like in New York. It was an odd bunch, without the style or class."
But count John Measki, general manager of Gitcho's Gas and Cars on Nameoki Road, among his hometown's boosters. "I take offense to the [ranking]," says Measki. "I've lived here my whole life. I'm 64 years old. They've got a new shopping mall just about completed over here, and they've got an Applebee's and Starbucks here. I'm happy with it. I don't even know where I'd live if I left here. I'd have no clue."
It wouldn't be Pontoon Beach, though. "I never did care for Pontoon Beach," says Measki. "I don't know why it just seemed like a hick town. Sure, they got a lot going for them, but Pontoon Beach was always a hoosier town for me."
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Why would six people choose to camp out on the edge of a parking lot at the beginning of winter?
Why, for PlayStation 3, of course. The new game console was to be released the following day, Circuit City had been allocated six units and Tony's crew was set on purchasing all six.
They'd pitched their tent Wednesday evening. By the time Unreal came along Thursday night, they'd broken the bad news to twenty or so latecomers.
Inside the tent it was cold. So cold that Terry Umphrey was putting on a pair of Toasti Toes. In another corner, Tony's brother Nick was huddled in a sleeping bag next to his cousin, Adam. Also present were Tony's wife and dad.
Tony's mom, Debbie, had dropped off dinner: meat loaf, mashed potatoes, corn and cheese cake (all homemade).
The group intended to stay up all night. "I don't think it's a safe area," Debbie ventured.
At 6 a.m. Friday Circuit City would issue each camper a voucher guaranteeing them a game console ($499 or $599 apiece, depending on the model). Then they'd be able to break camp before returning a few hours later to pick up their booty. Nick said after that he'd head home for some shuteye. After a moment he revised his plan slightly. "Well, after I play it for like six hours," he said.
Andy said the group had already made tentative plans for the weekend.
"Nintendo Wii is coming out this Sunday," he noted. "We'll probably be out here again."
On September 27 I was charged with trespassing at a McDonald's in O'Fallon. The incident occurred after I ordered two cherry pies and a milk at the drive-through. Instead they gave me an apple pie and a cherry pie and no receipt.
I drove back to the window to inform them that they got the order wrong. I was then told that the restaurant could no longer serve me. A policeman showed up and told me to park my vehicle. He handcuffed me. When he realized I couldn't walk with my arms handcuffed, he gave me a summons for trespassing. I'm a disabled Vietnam veteran. I was twice injured by explosions in Vietnam and exposed to Agent Orange. I have numerous health ailments as a result of my military service. This is no way to treat an old, honorably discharged veteran.
Worse, I believe McDonald's action was a direct retaliation for an incident that happened earlier this year. I was eating at the same McDonald's in January when I witnessed a couple bring their young boy into the restaurant. The boy slipped on a wet floor in the bathroom. He was wearing a white shirt and was just filthy from falling on the floor. The kid was crying like crazy and the father was angry.
I told the manager that she needed to call an ambulance. But she was extremely rude and told me to butt out: "This is none of your business." I said, "Yes it is. You ruined my meal, and you have offended me."
I went home and called McDonald's 800 number to complain. After that incident I came to the McDonald's another day with my granddaughter. We bought some food. Again they got the order wrong. They gave me an apple pie. I can't eat apple pies. Spice (nutmeg and cinnamon) and I don't get along. If I'm going to have apple pie, I want it country style flavored with lemon and sugar and honey.
In regards to the little boy who fell at McDonald's, my son remarked to me: "That's what you get for trying to help someone." But I've always believed that offering help to others is the right thing to do. I figured McDonald's would want to know about a problem in their store a dirty restaurant is a health hazard and a wet floor is dangerous. I never expected the outcome. Now I'm forced to hire an attorney I cannot afford to defend me for a crime I did not commit. But then, I guess no good deed goes unpunished at McDonald's.
Ever get the urge to jump up and ____ this damn town?
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