Got into a discussion with a friend while I was in St. John's a little while ago. I said I loved places that felt like they were real, worn, beaten...and had a history that you could sink your teeth into. He said St. John's had that kind of a feeling for him, but I said that I didn't feel that at all. So, to prove myself wrong, to see it through his eyes maybe, I went looking for the "guts" so to speak of the city, to see what she's made of.   Submitted By: Angie Follett