Fake Mayor Slay: Valentine's Fail

I often chat with County Exec Charlie Dooley at the corner of Delmar and Limit, so neither one has to feel like he's on the other guy's "turf."  I called him up yesterday and said, "Hey Doozer, how about we get together at our usual border spot tonight, say 5-ish?"

So we both show up, him on his side of the border, me on mine.  I say, "Let's head over there for dinner," pointing at Riddle's Penultimate.  On HIS side of the line.  He was surprised, I think pleasantly so.  We sat down and enjoyed their fantastic wine list.

"Doozer, I know this is odd, but I've been thinking.  Isn't it about time we got back together?  I mean, it's Valentine's Day 2008.  The City and County divorced way back in 1876.  We're different civic entities now.  We probably got together too young.  The City had fun playing like it didn't need a County, but it always felt hollow.  Let's march down to the Courthouse and make this family whole again!"

Chuck D was clearly flummoxed.  I know I sprang a lot on him, but I've been holding back these feelings for so long and, darn it!  It just feels so right.  That's why it hurt to hear him say:

"Slayer, How can the County just forget that it was YOU who wanted that divorce in 1876?  We've grown from an agrarian afterthought to a financial powerhouse since you left!   And now that I have a career and my own money, you expect me to drop everything and let you back into our life?  How do I explain that to Florissant, Eureka, and Baby Wildwood?  I'm sorry, but maybe it would be best for you just to go."

I knew it hurt, but I was glad the County knew how the City felt.  As I strolled the quarter mile back to the City Limits, I hoped that would mean something.

(for a brief history of the divorce, check this out: http://www.co.st-louis.mo.us/plan/factbook2002/History.pdf)