When I worked in St. Louis I was warned to have a full tank of gas, a fully functioning car and to keep my windows rolled up and my doors locked if I ever made the mistake of going to East St. Louis across the Mississippi in Ilinois. So, they guys in the office talked about this great topless bar in East St. Louis. I decided to go there one Saturday night. We had no GPS such as Waze in those days so I relied on a map and an address along with a sketchy description of how to get there. I got lost. I found this business with thick plexiglass windows and asked for directions. Suddenly Blacks from all over suddenly appeared all trying to help me out. I've never met so many people bending over backwards to help me out. I'll never forget it.