They had 18 years.
You get excuses.

Federal warnings since 2008. Ignored through three mayors. Now you'll hear honking at 88 crossings all night. And City Hall has no plan. This is a problem so old it can legally vote.

–nights of horns
217months overdue (FRA)
88crossings honking
$0budgeted for the fix
Thomas the Tank Engine grinning wide-eyed β€œThey're asleep at the switch.”

Let's wake City Hall up.

They wake you at 2 a.m. Return the favor. One click opens a ready-to-send email to your alderman and the Mayor, with everyone at City Hall who's supposed to own this problem CC'd. Name optional.

Puts your street in front of them. Worth filling in.

Send it three ways. Pick whichever you use.

Rep. Wesley Bell (MO-1) only takes email through his contact form. Paste the same text there. He can push the FRA.

To: pick a ward
CC: everyone at City Hall who owns this
Subject: –

They had 18 years. You can make a difference in 30 seconds.

Here's a call script. Make the call, ask that it gets logged. The more calls, the higher we can get this up the list.

Citizens' Service Bureau creates a tracked ticket. Give the crossing street name. Ask for the ticket number.

Who is responsible

Official office phone numbers and emails, all from stlouis-mo.gov. Tap a number to call. Tap an email to write to them. Be firm. Be civil. Civil emails get quoted by reporters. Rude ones get deleted.

Find your alderman

14 wards. Some neighborhoods are split between two wards. If yours is listed twice, check the city's address lookup.

WardAlderpersonNeighborhoodsContact

18 years, in five bullets

Sources: STLPR Β· St. Louis Magazine Β· First Alert 4 Β· Hoodline Β· 49 CFR 222.51

β€œ18 Years” β€” the song

A parody track about 18 years of warnings, your tax dollars, and a freight train at 2 a.m. Original lyrics. Share it with your alderman.

Read the lyrics
[Intro]
This one's for The Hill. Dogtown. Carondelet. Tower Grove.
Everybody who got a wake-up call at 2 a.m. from a freight train.
City Hall, this is your alarm clock.

[Hook]
Eighteen years, eighteen years
You had eighteen years, eighteen years
Every letter in the inbox, every warning in the drawer
Now the horn's on my pillow and I can't take no more
Eighteen years (yeah), eighteen years
Took my tax, took my sleep, gave me eighteen years

[Verse 1]
Two a.m., I'm awake, and it ain't my alarm
It's a hundred-decibel diesel doing me harm
Freight train hollerin' at the crossing on Manchester
House shakin' like a bass drop, I'm a wreck, sir
Pull up the news, tryna see what's what
Feds wrote City Hall in '08, said "fix the crossings up"
Signs too small, paint too faded, gates too slow
Eighteen years of "we'll get to it," now the whistle blow
Two-seventeen months, that's the number on the sheet
Overdue like a library book nobody came to read
Sent it to the streets guy, CC'd two more
Then the inbox owner quit and walked out the door
"We do not have a clear understanding," that's the quote
I got a clear understanding: nobody read the note

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Property tax, earnings tax, one percent off the check
Sales tax on the Advil for my train-horn neck
Million-dollar fix and it "ain't in the budget"
Eighteen years of budgets and not one of 'em touched it
Now it's "thirty days," now it's "couple of months"
Now it's "residential first," now it's "we'll announce"
Give me a date, give me a crossing, give me a name
Not a shrug and a "prior administration" blame
Y'all can find the money for a stadium in a week
But a thousand road signs got the whole city up, can't sleep
Kent said it's "a novelty" at noon, not at two
Kent, we agree. So what's the plan? Where's the crew?

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I'm not asking for a miracle, I'm asking for a sign
Literally, a sign. Reflective. Regulation size. On time.
Lay the paint down, file the paperwork, call the FRA
And I'll sleep like a baby when you quiet that train

[Outro]
Eighteen years... eighteen years...
We'll remember at the ballot, when your name appears.
Eighteen years.
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