ST. LOUIS — Art Holliday stood in the basement at 1000 Market Street holding a tape the size of a brick.
“When I moved in here in ’82, we were using these three-quarter-inch tapes,” he said. “Now everything is digital. You stick a little card into a computer.”
The shelves around him were full of them. Tapes from ’82, ’83, ’89, ’91, each one carrying something that happened in St. Louis on some Tuesday or Saturday that seemed important at the time. Most of it nobody remembers now. Some of it they should…