The More Things Change, the More Creve Coeur Days.

My husband and I were talking about taking the kids to the when I  told him that when I went as a kid, "I used to sit in front of the parking lot where Hi-Fi-Fo-Fum used to be."

A Chicago native, his only response was "how come people from St. Louis explain where things are by saying what used to be there?"

Not since my college-years epiphany that toasted ravioli isn't on every menu every where have I had such a rush of "doesn't everyone do that?" C'mon, it just makes sense.

Apparently, no. It's a St. Louis thing. Just like the way we pronounce Creve Coeur or Spoede - with absolutely no trace of their original languages.

If you can think of more quirky little habits specific to Creve Coeur or St. Louis, please let me know. You can leave a comment here on this blog.

Or find us at the parade. We're thinking about watching in front of the old where City Books used to be.