There should be a plaque. That's all -- just a plaque -- in honor of the spot where a homicide unleashed a myth that unleashed a song that unleashed a thousand variations. Surely some monied St. Louis deadhead has the hundred-odd bucks it'd take to mark the downtown spot where "Stag" Lee Sheldon shot Billy Lyons in the gut. You know, Stagger Lee, the renegade devil who shot a man who took his Stetson hat? That murder happened in downtown St. Louis on... More >>>