If it weren't for his accomplishments, Joe Edwards would be just another daydreamer. Sitting at a table in front of the picture windows of his restaurant and bar, Blueberry Hill, Edwards is having a rather pleasant dream, this one inspired by the passing of a Bi-State bus. Instead of the acrid cloud of black exhaust belched out by a roaring engine, accompanied by the sound of screeching brakes, he contemplates the pleasant clatter of a vintage trolley, painted yellow,... More >>>