In 2008, passing the cement mixing drums lining the street felt like a clever nod to Cadillac Ranch…but in a grungy, wild and free, St. Louis sort of way. Beyond that was a land of pure joy for us as kids and explorers with cameras and what Bob Cassilly would in just a few moments call, “a sense of adventure.”T

here was a small office trailer and we were told to look for Bob, “He’s usually out on his dozer.” And we found him on a mound of dirt, on his dozer scooping and dumping and pushing earth around and like the law-abiding kids we were, asked if we needed hard hats or a waiver to sign before exploring. And Bob, in a very grumbly, Hunter S. Thompson sort of way, asked, “Where’s your sense of adventure?” (Long. Puzzled. Pause.) Bob added, “But if you die out there, I’m gonna bury ya.”