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  • It had been at least 3 months since I'd roamed the Cherokee neighborhood in St. Louis. Just after the last 3 artist show closed at the gallery. There was a call. An acquaintance. We met met at a coffeehouse roughly 3 blocks away from where this photo was taken. I had a latte with 3 shots of espresso. I usually have four, but was short 3 dimes. We talked for 3 quarters of an hour about theology, art, music, film, community and then he had to go. So I wandered. Past the 3rd floor ballroom where the mariachis play. Past the luthier's shop where I played 3 different guitars. Past 3 different artist lairs. Towards the old Lemp mansion and brewery and warehouses. This is where I stumbled upon the door with the number 3. Across fifty-five the church bells toll 3 times. Reminding me of the trinity. My Catholic roots were showing. So I crossed myself. Father (1), Son (2) and Holy Ghost (3). Then I remembered that Hitchcock used to feature 3 characters on screen in triangular fashion, the upper most character typically wielding the most power in the shot. I looked back to the door and noticed there were 3 locks. My guess is that the top deadbolt is the strongest of the 3. If I knew how to pick locks I might be tempted to open it. Curious at what might lie inside. Some magical land where all the stories of 3 come to life (3 little pigs, 3 blind mice, 3 bears...just to name a few). I turn the corner and go sit on the middle of 3 swings. Gazing at the mad St. Louis sky. It's getting late and traffic is starting to wear thin. Remembering I have a 3 times ten minute drive home I leap 3 feet onto the soft sand and head back to my car. Fortunate to find 3 minutes left on my meter. I'll be back oh trinity door. Back to ask for my 3 wishes. And to see what's truly behind door number 3.
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