If You're in Missouri...

You just might want to drop by the hotel with the big lights. You know the one I'm talking about, it's right near the coast of the river and you can't miss it if you're on your way to see the big fireworks show, just like the ones you used to go see with your daddy when he was around, before he found that harlot and gave her all your time, before he sold out and joined the rest of the world of broken homes and dysfunction, back when you knew he loved you without him having to say anything. The fireworks always made you remember how tall he was, because you could get on his shoulders and see above everyone else, like the show was just for you. Yeah, those were the days. But then you snap out of it and realize that the heat can sometimes do some crazy things to you, especially when it jumps around from 63 one day to 9 the next.

Well, now that you know what I'm talking about I can tell you why. Go there and dig like your heart never saw dirt, dig like you knew there was something good. In fact, there is something good. There is a message. A message buried at that hotel on the coast under the big lights near the explosions of glory. And the message is this: Go forth, my child, and dig.