T.S. Eliot once wrote that April is the cruelest month. But as a native St. Louisan, you can bet your bottom dollar he knew better in his heart. August is hell in St. Louis. The heat is bad, but as the old saw goes, it's the humidity that really gets you. After two months of face-melting summer temperatures, the city goes all out for August, transforming the streets into a concrete rainforest (minus the rain). It's too still and muggy to take in a baseball game in August. Then there's the horror of preseason football and the specter of another season of wasted Sundays watching the Rams. These days August also means back to school for the kiddos, making it ever crueler for the underage masses. Yeah, T.S. Eliot knew better. He died in 1965 while living in where? Cool and rainy London! Come to think of it, it was probably an August in St. Louis that drove him from our fair city. So do like T.S. did. You have a chance to get out of here in August, you take it and never look back.
Subscribe now to get the latest news delivered right to your inbox.