As most alert readers (ARs) know, July 14th, aka Bastille Day, is a national holiday in France. This was the day in 1789 when a mob launched the French Revolution by storming the now famous prison in Paris and freeing a grand total of seven prisoners. The most famous– or infamous– of these was the Marquis de Sade, who, if he were released from an American prison today, would most certainly be required to register as a sex offender.
Most alert readers (ARs) will immediately recognize this opening signature line of one of the most famous songs by The Rolling Stones. Some of you, like me, were probably looking forward to hearing it performed live at The Stones’ concert in St. Louis on June 27. As we all now know, this concert was canceled because of COVID-19, along with the rest of the No Filter tour.
As most alert readers (ARs) know, one of my favorite quotations from Yogi Berra is “You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you’re going, because you might not get there.” This was certainly true for pioneers who took the Boone’s Lick Trail from where Schlafly Bankside is today to the Santa Fe and Oregon trails; and also for Lewis and Clark, who paddled up the Missouri River from the same place.
Two hundred and fifty-one years ago, in April of 1769, a French-Canadian fur trader named Louis Blanchette established a settlement called Les Petites Cotes (The Little Hills) on the Missouri River about 30 miles upstream from the confluence with the Mississippi. The territory was ruled by Spain at the time and the settlement was later named San Carlos, the Spanish name for St. Charles Borromeo, the Cardinal of Milan in the 16th Century.
There were a lot of reasons to celebrate on January 25th. As most alert readers (ARs) probably know, it was the 261st birthday of the Scottish poet Robert Burns, an annual celebration at The Schlafly Tap Room since 1992. It was the day of the NHL All-Star Game in St. Louis. It was also Chinese New Year, the first day of the Year of the Rat, which will last a total of 383 days. This year is of particular significance for founding brewer Stephen Hale and me, both of whom were born during earlier Years of the Rat.
An ignominious centennial is upon us. January 17th will be the 100th anniversary of the effective date of Prohibition. The 18th Amendment to the United States Constitution is the only amendment whose purpose was to limit freedom rather than expand it.
When I incorporated The Saint Louis Brewery, Inc. in 1989, Dan Kopman and I didn’t give much thought to what name to give our beer. Our main focus was on getting the business up and running. As we got closer to actually brewing and selling beer (as opposed to things like site selection, licensing, equipment purchase etc.) we knew we had to pick a name.
Several alert readers (ARs), including Carrie Odum and David Stratmann, have brought it to my attention that The Testaments by Margaret Atwood imagines a venue called The Schlafly Café in Cambridge, in the dystopia known as Gilead. It’s a place where evil women, collectively known as Aunts, meet to hatch their sinister plots.
What had long been rumored was finally confirmed this past August. The years of hard work by MLS4TheLou had finally paid off.
Shortly before sunrise earlier this summer I drove from Sauget, Illinois back to my home in St. Louis. My route took me north on Illinois Route 3 and then west over The Mississippi on The Poplar Street Bridge.