Growing up, Sarah and I would play St. Louis in a Box, a seemingly unlicensed Monopoly clone with iconic properties like The Arch, Union Station, and Anheuser-Busch. Theoretically either player was able to buy properties and develop them with houses and hotels, though my sister, who proudly played as the musical note, always relentlessly crushed me, the pathetic baseball mitt. The game lasted for hours and hours only because she'd offer me usurious loans to extend that blissful moment when she was winning and I was losing.