We all know how miserable St. Louis summers can be. OK, so 2009 was a bizarre departure. Usually it's three months of temperatures that would make Lucifer think twice about vacationing here, plus the pleasure of trying to breathe underwater. But when the calendar turns to September, St. Louis comes out of its heat-induced coma and shines. The temperatures drop into that sweet spot, the colors explode on every tree and the city comes alive. There are apples to be picked, wine festivals to attend, outdoor dining galore, and the sound of Mike Shannon calling stretch-run baseball on the radio. We pay a heavy price for living in St. Louis all summer long. September is our glorious reward.
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