Showing posts with label Kirkwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kirkwood. Show all posts

Monday, February 11, 2008

Tragedy At Home

Shared Suffering:


On Thursday madness visited quiet Kirkwood again for the third time in the last few years. There was the Kirkwood cop who was killed in Meacham Park and the perpetrator of that crime was tried several times in St. Louis County, always to the same result. There was Michael Devlin and now there is Cookie Thornton. 5 people killed in a city council meeting and the Mayor in ICU after having been shot in the face twice.

Kirkwood, simply put is a great little town. Good schools, rising property values, old train station where the train still stops, nice rivalry with Webster Groves, not too far out or too far in. They call themselves middle classed but that of course is a lie. It is an upper middle class enclave with more then it’s share of million dollar homes and Mc Mansions but it does still maintain some of the vestiges when it was a distant, small town suburb of downtown St. Louis. It is a nice place. A really nice place and in quintessential St. Louis fashion it is a “great place to raise your kids”.

All of that having been said they have been having a Payton Place like run f bad luck, violence, accusations of racism and with the Devlin thing that ultimate squeamish creepiness that no one can wrap their minds around. Kirkwood’s challenge to defending it’s image of itself has always been the Meacham Park area. Even when I was a kid riding a bike around my parents and grandparents admonished me that there was an area between Kirkwood and Crestwood that was a no mans land. What that meant was that it was a place that a little white kid on a bike should not be riding through. The fact is I never thought much about it other then observing that it was a run down area in a lot of ways and seemed predominantly black. I am told there was a time when it was really it’s own community with black run businesses and bars and it’s own infrastructure but by the time I became aware of it, it was just a disappearing community.

Kirkwood thought it had solved it’s Meacham Park “problem” by paving it over. Over the protests of the local home owners (or renters) Wal-Mart and Target paved a solid 3rd of town. Problem solved! Well... not quite. Instead it was walled off even more and more compressed and clearly from what we have seen over the last few years, very well policed with revenue from the new retail tax base. So the pot was set to boil and the rest of us walked away hoping nothing bad would happen. But bad things have happened and it seems from the position just outside that town, knowing little of the facts that neither Kirkwood, nor Meacham Park can reconcile one another existence and Kirkwood law enforcement, attempting to enforce Kirkwood’s laws in meacham Park is, for lack of a better term, a disaster.

The Kirkwood Police Department by the way, from my perspective is one of the top law enforcement organizations in the area. Professional and polite. Extremely competent while still being courteous whether giving tickets or breaking up a party or investigating a crime. But to ask them to enforce laws that make total sense in Kirkwood (like not parking vehicles on the street because it looks “tacky” and “hurts property values” in Meacham Park cannot feel like anything but spite and harassment to the residents involved. Anyway... it is like anything else, a complex problem with no simple answers. The fact is they are part of Kirkwood and Kirkwood has laws, and discretionary enforcement of those laws is probably fraught with it’s own peril. That is not what i really wanted to talk about... what I wanted to talk about was the larger communities sense of shared suffering at the recent violence on Thursday.

St. Louis is NOTHING if it is not an inbred small town with a long memory. And you can tell me we are the 15th or 26th or whatever largest metropolitan area and I will still hold that we are much more like Mayberry then NYC or even Chicago. The six degrees of separation, or six degrees of Kevin Bacon telescope down to four, three and sometimes two degrees of separation from everyone else in town. Everyone either personally knows someone who was in that council chamber or knows someone who knows someone and for some reason that gives us all license to personalize this as our own tragedy. I am sure every town is like this but i remember being slightly baffled but (surprisingly) too polite to comment on the same phenomenon after 9-11 when everyone knew someone who worked in the World Trade Center and felt compelled to tell you about it.

A lot of this is very natural and even kind. Any group that suffers violence and trauma needs to deal with the real grief of the people really really effected. The families destroyed, the kind and even brilliant people lost, the psychological trauma of the survivors, all need to be loved and acknowledged by the community at large. It is a healthy part of the healing process. What is more problematic is the sense of shared violation and anger at... anyone. Right now we have Cookie Thornton’s idiot mother and brother blathering into the cameras. But seriously, these people are idiots. I do not know whether it is more irresponsible for them to say what they are saying (which seems to condone and rationalize the violence) or whether it is worse that the media put them on the news. I think... that I think it is the latter.

But if we were not angry and blaming his family we might next look to blame someone else. I know over the next year we will all have to deal with heightened security at ALL community meetings and that FOX 2 News and the Post Dispatch will be running exposes about WHY THE POLICE CANT KEEP US SAFE! And that is a shame because they will scare a lot of people and we will spend millions of dollars of taxpayer money and thousands of hours of police time to protect us all from what is a very isolated incident involving mental illness and stupidity and you cannot defend us all from those things all the time and it is asinine for us to expect it. We will have metal detectors at every city council meeting, every school board meeting and soon every condo association, PTA, AA and Boyscout meeting because somehow it is the governments job to keep us safe from everything and everyone, no matter how crazy and random.

This shared suffering needs to take a different form. A healing form. In this primarily Christian Community we need to react as Christians and love and heal the victims and the survivors of this tragedy and then, if we really want to model Christ we need to try and love and understand the sad twisted people who spawned this kind of violent rage. That is the hard part. It is not a situation that gives rise to easy, glib, Nancy Grace, Rush Limbaugh answers. It goes to our basic social fabric and flies in the face of the main credos of our current government which are “pull yourself up by your own boot straps” and take “personal responsibility” for yourself and your actions. All of which make perfect sense for our Ivy Leagued, Haliburtoned shareholdered leaders but make less sense even for us privileged, white, upper middle classed, college educated (often on someone else’s nickel like myself) and well insulated mid-westerners. I can tell you though that they make no sense to a on of a single mother working two jobs and still not making ends meet. Ultimately as Christians and as people we need to come to grips with the fact that that angry kid is part of our community and part of our responsibility. But there is the rub.

As they said in the film “New Jack City”...”Am I my brothers keeper?... Yes I am”. That is what ALL our religions teach us... I think.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Diner Review VII: Spencer's Grill

Diner Review
Spencers Grill
Kirkwood
On Kirkwood Road (Lindbergh for non-residents)

So...it is a local favorite and it is close to home but sometimes I wonder about Spencers Grill. Not open on Sundays. (which considering it’s location it should be) Sits right in the middle of one of our better suburbs. Still it is a pretty great place. Nice menu with all the fixings... good long counter with the appropriate stools, three or four VERY old and uncomfortable wooden booths. Small parking lot in back and regulars can walk in through the back.... the rest of us go in the front. It has a long straight counter with about 8 stools and then has four booths along the window on the left. The booths were apparently made by hand a long tiime ago and are made to fit the space rather then provide any dining comfort. The padding on them, such as it was, it torn and almost gone. They are made of wood and are too small providing much unwanted bumping of knees, especially when your breakfast companion is a 50 year old man.

There is a decent amount of cigarette smoke. The waitresses are always pleasant and they take pretty good care of you. The crowd is pretty considtently male and middle class and a tie is not really out of place but a golf shirt is certainly fine. People are there early and they open at 6.

The food is good.Their hashbrowns are standouts. Very greasy and always formed into the appropriate patty. They tend to be pressed thin which thems a crispiness which is unexpected and delightful. The eggs are once again...fine and unremarkable and cooked to order. The sausage patties are smallish but have good flavor and the gravy is thick and creamy though a little bland for this reviewer. The bland gravy is over bland, thick biscuits which although filling were not particularly satisfying. What makes Spencers unique in our area is that they serve Scrapple. Our friends at Wikipedia tell us:

Scrapple is a savory mush in which cornmeal and flour, often buckwheat flour, are simmered with pork scraps and trimmings, then formed into a loaf. Small scraps of meat left over from butchering, too small to be used or sold elsewhere, were made into scrapple to avoid waste, a Pennsylvania Dutch tradition.

Who would eat this shit? Maybe John Meyers but he is from eastern Pennsylvania so probably not. Seriously....how does a bunch of stuff that sounds like it was dropped on the floor constitute breakfast? Remember this Diner Reviewer has a goat like stomach and absolutely no sensability regarding taste or anything else. I cannot stomach what I have seen of this. Although I am happy to mix the ingradients on my plate into something that looks like it was recently puked up, the idea of someone serving me a “plate of puke” is slightly (maybe tremendously) more distasteful.

Spencers makes itself a top quality choice and one of the only ones west of Lindbergh...barely. No jukebox. No calendars on the wall but still 8 Slingers on a 10 scale. They also get points for having their own web site. Very new millenium for an old world breakfast.

http://www.spencersgrill.com/